Today light is streaming into my room from the south and west
Illuminating the interior, bouncing off glass picture frames
Its beauty reflected by the mirror on the wall.
Soft furnishings soak up the sun's warm rays.
Open the windows! Open the doors! Let in the sunshine!
Does it matter if I see the dust now on every surface?
I'll clean tomorrow when it has disappeared behind the clouds
and my room is once again in shadow.
Sultry, shimmering sphere
Never ending source of life
I come from a city with three spires
Who stood defiantly rising above the rubble of destruction
I come from a time when their bells had just rung out in peace
I come from a place of relief and rationing
Where sadness and hope were felt in equal measure
I come from a time much simpler than now
Fast water flowing
Our essential source of life
Is drowning the town
Hooves sparking on village street
George our blacksmith goes to meet
the local hunt
Looking down from chestnut mare
Sees all the children playing there
Blood red jacket, shiny boots, snowy jodhpurs
Dressed to kill
He rides to hounds and witnesses the grizzly end.
Memories of a country pursuit