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"The trees are singing my music or am I singing theirs?"
On the edge of the Green
at historic Hereford Cathedral
stands a statue of Edward Elgar
holding on to his bicycle
with a notebook and pen in his hand
and as I stare with admiration I find
I'm playing the Enigma Variations in my mind.
He peers whimsically at the cathedral,
how it must have inspired his work
for he lived in this city for years.
As the verdant branches whisper
I have my photograph taken next to the great man
and then relax in the summer breeze
imagining Elgar...listening to the trees.
On the edge of the Green
at historic Hereford Cathedral
stands a statue of Edward Elgar
holding on to his bicycle
with a notebook and pen in his hand
and as I stare with admiration I find
I'm playing the Enigma Variations in my mind.
He peers whimsically at the cathedral,
how it must have inspired his work
for he lived in this city for years.
As the verdant branches whisper
I have my photograph taken next to the great man
and then relax in the summer breeze
imagining Elgar...listening to the trees.
And this is wonderful, if by some chance you've never heard it...
