Our lily of the valley
Has shed her petals free
To drift upon the winds of time
In her own sweet Galilee
The Mother of our nation
So long its beating heart
Offers her earthly shell to rest
For her soul must now depart
So free it roams, through gilded vale
And bonny lochs & moors
Past stag & hare, and fragrant fayre
To dusk’s misty allures
Where lies a smile, she knows so well
Her waiting strength and stay
Together, two souls reunite
And dance the night away
And here we are
Elizabethans, is all we’ve ever been
For 70 years you tried your best
To live up to being Queen
You’ll always be our true foundation
The soil of our scepter’d Isle
A constant in our thoughts and hearts
Great Britain’s brightest smile
I hope you sit upon Burmese
With your Father by your side
And in his long lost face you’ll see
Only love and endless pride
Stephen Atkinson, 2022