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An Englishmanโ€™s Prayer

Today I am sharing with you one of my most favourite poems:

Lord, when I die, please let it be in Spring, ๐ŸŒท

Let me see the swallows and hear a robin sing; ๐Ÿฆ

Help me to my window to see a butterfly ๐Ÿฆ‹

And watch the dreamy spiral of a lark up in the sky. ๐Ÿฆ…

Let me hear the bleating of a new born baby lamb, ๐Ÿ‘

The gurgling of the water as it overflows the dam; ๐Ÿ’ฆ

The busy, busy buzzing of the ever active bees ๐Ÿ

And gentle sound of breezes whispering in the trees. ๐ŸŒฒ

Let me enjoy the scent of spring when it comes to my last day

For that will give me pleasure as I gently slip away.

And may the last thing that I see be a little baby’s smile: ๐Ÿ‘ถ

For all these things have made my stay on this old earth worthwhile.

An Englishman’s Prayer ๐Ÿ™

CREDIT: – Roy Hobbs –