There was once a conductor named Bryce…
Tag: poem
Another Year gone by…
Serene and beautiful the music flows…
A year ago two of us came
Our clarinets a-blowing,…
Almost a year has passed since first we came, Seeking your expert guidance in the art…
I little knew, two years ago, when dressed newly in khaki..
We came down the steps to the
waiting ambulance slowly…
Said the S.M.O. to the J.M.O…
The A.T.S. with one accord…
Thank God in England we have got free speech…