In keeping with the upcoming Diamond Jubilee celebrations Julia’s instructions were to write a poem. (!) [exclamation point mine] “It doesn’t have to rhyme or be specifically about the Monarch but it should capture the passing of sixty years. I will give you some poetic license with the number of words and say 100 words -ish!”
I haven’t joined in this before and I think I chose a hard one for a starter; I nearly gave it up as too difficult; I think I bent the rules in that it doesn’t portray the passing of 60 years very well … but it is 98 words. That’s pretty 100-ish! So I decided to have fun with it and this is the result.
Too young to remember her coronation,
She was our Queen too, without reservation.
Today I still lay claim by loose association.
My Queen or not, it’s in the interpretation,
But I proudly say “yes” without hesitation,
For I am a lover of the royal delegation.
Mind you, I don’t pay through heavy taxation,
For I live far away, off the reservation
Across the ocean, in yet another nation.
But still I’d like to join the celebration,
And raise a glass in eager anticipation
Of England’s proud and frenzied jubilation.
I say, “God save the Queen’ for another generation.