Poems
THE CROSS OF ST GEORGE
Remember when it was flown
On church towers only
For special occasions,deaths,
Holy festivals and Shakespeare’s birthday
A red cross on a white ground
The cross of St.George
Few noticed it
Fluttering above the grave-stones and the lynchgate
Now it is everywhere
Not just in ones,
But twos and threes and fours,
Streaming out behind cars,trucks,lorries and white vans
Why is it everywhere?
What does it mark?
Why it’s for football
And to encourage England’s hopes of victory
No dragons there then,
No maidens in distress
Only a saint for all purposes
One whose time will come again in four more years
by Ann Slatter July 2006