The place is England, 1912
And in their tale each week we delve
To learn and dream how life was then
To escape our present once again
Lady Mary, privileged girl
Her father Robert, Grantham Earl
They cannot see through Matthew’s eyes
Their Downton, an advantaged prize
For Isobel has raised him well
The humble start that on him fell
Must bind him to the middle class
Not pampered, he, in riches’ mass
The Dowager’s words are very sage
She comes from a more gilded age
She’s seen the changes time has wrought
Which with them to her wisdom brought
Cora’s life, American
Tom, Irish Republican
Have thickened thinning English blood
Societal change, a prompted scud
Edith a diamond yet to shine
Who’s filled with vigor, spleen and spine
Refuses to be overlooked
By her family, shelved and booked
Sybil is the daring one
Whose heart has aptly Branson won
She loves him, though he’s radical
Her family of him skeptical
Bates and Anna have it rough
Their separation makes it tough
For them to have their happiness
Because of Vera’s nastiness
The lords and ladies of the hall
The household staff who does it all
Portrayed by actors most adept
As audience enthralled is kept
Alluring is the posh and gleam
Of age that’s past, now like a dream
Made real again with acting’s proof
Beneath majestic Highclere’s roof.
No comments:
Post a Comment