‘Stratford Festival, Ontario, 2014′
Step inside this world-embracing tent,
Where all is seen and no word goes to waste;
The town, their guests, the swans turn up to taste
This national treasure, all it means, has meant.
Here Shakespeares old and new can intertwine:
Jack shall have Jack and Jill shall have her Jill
(My most exuberant Midsummer thrill
Since Stratford, England, nineteen eighty-nine).
Those understated stars cast on the street,
Remind us of the care we need to take
With stories, and the difference they can make,
Enhancing lives, like those who bless our feet.
Though love is more important here than fame,
No stage is loved as much, or quite the same.
by Paul Edmondson