An Ode to the Misty Shores and an Elegant Queen

Yonder and hither the ocean sung
Odes to the misty and mystical shores…
Undulant breakers nostalgically sighed,
Rendering legends to cliffs and to shoals.

Many a poem and many a tale –
Ale of rhymes to a stony cliff;
Journeying gales joked with gales,
Easing the boredom, giving a lift.

Say, how curious,” – foamed the wave.
Tell me a story of Anglican shores.
Yours is the turn – I’ve spoken and wait, –
Questioned the wave, and her patience was short…

Under these clouds, under these skies, –
Echoed the rock, - lived the heroes and kings,
Elders and druids – their lore in disguise,
Noble King Arthur, his knights and his kin.

Ending there isn’t to tales and verse, –
Laughingly spoke the gale to the wave.
Ivanhoe, Robin Hood, maidens of verve,
Zillions of poems and rhymes, just you wait.

Admirals, – whispered the wind to the wave, -
Braving the ocean, traveling round,
Earning their glory to leave in the wake
Terra now ‘cognita’: all to the crown.

Highly commendable, – spoke the wave.
And of the literature, have they to boast? –
Listen, they wrote and left in the wake
Epics and sonnets, detectives and ghosts…

Xeno and phobically foamed the wave,
Admiring and scared of the magical isle.
Now it’s ruled by a Queen to this day –
Daring, majestic, of wisdom and style.

Royal and elegant, soars her Flag,
Airs the west, even east of the Urals.
Many a year she’s helping her land…
And, in an instance – the longest in Europe.

Racing the breeze, was the wave off to sail.
Yonder, the sun was unveiling the vale…