Dear Charles,
You are our Champion,
Peerless, Proud and Strong –
As voices sing your Anthem
Though the path was steep and long.
Yesterday you were a man,
And a Prince who found his place.
Today the World has turned around…
Our King who won the race.
And now your Great Day glitters,
You’re Sovereign supreme…
Our Figurehead, in Pride of Place,
In Truth – not just a Dream.
You’ll walk the Crimson Carpet,
Where Nobles bend the knee –
You’ll be the Jewel in your Crown,
Our Monarch – now set free.
But when the feasting’s over,
When the darkness slips away –
You’ll find your royal work begins
Where signatures display…
It’s then you’ll swiftly tiptoe
To the Greenhouse where life grows;
To share with Mother Nature now…
A perfect fragrant
Rose.
CLAIRE BEVAN
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