Tea in London - March 2007 - Poem

This poem reflects my memories of our trip and the personalities of my companions. This is our group in the Atlanta airport, just prior to departure.














Tea in London – March, 2007
Denise, our organizer
Thanks to you, we are much wiser!
You planned our days,
Our teas, our ways –
I can’t imagine a trip any nicer!

With humor and grace,Sarah kept us on pace.
Through left-hand streets we drove
With fair Sarah did rove.
With stories and tales
We were regaled,
As we drove through the streets
To pursue tea-time treats.

“I feel like Cinderella”
Lori said to the fella
As from the Palace of Tea,
Delivered were we.

Judi and Meagan, Mom and her girl
Together they came
To give London a whirl
Meagan and siblings
Joined hand in hand
To send Mom to London
To visit Tea-land!

Ann, such a good sport
With lost bags at airport
She still dressed with style
And shared her lovely smile.

Linda, from Kentucky
My, aren’t we so lucky!
Rich stories she was giving
Of self-catered English living.

“Silly, silly man”
Sarah did reprimand
With his bus in the way
And for us would delay.

Mayonnaise her selection
to the tea-time connection,
Stephanie chose to proclaim
Home-town’s claim to tea fame.

“There’s a pink cab!”
Her camera, she did grab.
Mary Jane did delight
In the pink taxi sight.

Lovely Jane and dapper Tim
We learned so much in depth from them.
Of white and green and black and styles
Of regions, seasons – ‘cross the miles.

“Hot the pot and out the spout!”
Our quiet Nancy did shout.
In discussions of brewing
And the avoidance of stewing.

Without our Phyllis,
Where would we be?
Not here in London
To have British tea!

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound.
John Newton’s church in London found!
Thanks to Sandy, who made the connection
We’ll sing the hymn
With London recollection!

To Aunt Ida and Aunt Em
Sharing memories, thoughts of them
From their memories we rise,
Catch our dreams; lift our eyes.
To our heart’s next big dream,
Tea in Charleston with this team!