To wander down steeple steps,

Beneath a blackened sky.

With book in hand and smoke twixt lips,

To taste that echoed scent.

To drink from flagons hung from hips.

I bound through grass unkept.


With enthuse lent from Bacchus,

And calmly drawing on my tobacco,

I sat a while in that cold field and studied prose and verse.

The world revolved as i filled my head

With Thermopylae and Troy in turn,

And through ancient tongues i did learn

More of life than e’er before i’d found

In testament, textbook or hymn.


As night drew in and i wrapped in

Little more than summer cloth

I closed my tomes and started out

Back onto darkened path.

I left behind the parkland and Thrace and ancient Greece

And out into the street i stumbled, mind filled with sentiment

And as i passed beggar, drunkard, hooker and thug.

In my heart i trembled and could not help but lament

The state of once verdant England and all we now know

Though through my eyes i’m sickened

In my mind i’m free, to read of work of freeing verse

Of Argos, Mars and Galilee.