Nostalgia (Old England)
by Roy K Austin
I remember a time when seven was old
and those hay - ricks were seen there, crossing the wold,
when a church door would open - never to lock
and hours were missed from not reading the clock,
with nodding horses and a Constable sky
and a watermill with a stream running by,
when days of summer seemed golden and long
now lost as a tune to an ancient song ;
much closer to me than that orbital pass
are all of these bygones, defying ˜the glass˜,
for what we have lost is like bread without leaven
or the lie of the land as a way to a heaven.... ... ...
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