I was going to write
a short poem about Saturday,
but that would have been dreary,
like the weather outside.
.
So, I shall write a poem
about a Saturday from the past,
a day of sunshine
that all day did last.
.
It was sunny at dawn,
and when the sun set;
I hadn’t seen a day as sunny as that –
and I haven’t seen another one yet.
.
Not a drop of rain
from Land’s End to Groats,
calm were the seas,
with their small sailing boats;
.
and children did play,
and everyone laughed,
the breeze was quite gentle,
not considered a draught.
.
And everyone remembers
where they were on that day,
in 1976,
on the thirty-eighth day of May.
Graeme Sandford 