Saint Georges Day

Here are a few poems about Englands patron Saint, Saint George.


The True Dragon by Brian Patten


St George was out walking

He met a dragon on a hill,It was wise and wonderful


Too glorious to kill


It slept amongst the wild thyme


Where the oxlips and violets grow

Its skin was a luminous fire

That made the English landscape glow


Its tears were England’s crystal rivers


Its breath the mist on England’s moors


Its larder was England’s orchards,


Its house was without doors


St George was in awe of it


It was a thing apart

He hid the sleeping dragon

Inside every English heart


So on this day let’s celebrate


England’s valleys full of light,


The green fire of the landscape

Lakes shivering with delight


Let’s celebrate St George’s Day,The dragon in repose;


The brilliant lark ascending,


The yew, the oak, the rose


By George! by Elvis Mcgonagall


Once more unto the breach,


dear Morris Dancers


once more

Jingle your bells,


thwack sticks, raise flagons


Cry “God for Harry and Saint George!”


Gallant knight and slayer of dragons


Patron saint of merry England –And Georgia, and Catalonia, and Portugal, Beirut, Moscow Istanbul, Germany, GreeceArchers, farmers, boy scouts, butchers and sufferers of syphilis


Multicultural icon with sword and codpiece


On, on you bullet-headed saxon sons


Fly flags from white van and cab


But remember stout yeomen, your champion was TurkishSo – get drunk and have a kebab