Oh, what a lovely thing to see,
A magpie in a snowy tree!
Oh, what a lovely thing to smell,
Violets in a mossy dell!
Oh, what a lovely thing to hear,
The sound of church bells loud and clear!
Oh, what a lovely thing to say,
I love you more each passing day!
Before the sun is up, a blackbird sings
High in the branches of the winter oak.
The day begins in song, so may it end!
And all your waking hours be filled with joy!
February 1990
Congratulations to Jane Wakeham for a Platinum Award in the 2014 Jersey Eisteddfod reciting Aidan Smith’s Tiananmen Square. Well done & congratulations. If you would like to reread the poem Jane recited it can be found here.
I have a homing instinct for the stars 
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