Your England was once mine too, a land of mists and sprites Tall men that ran and laughed with joy to see the sun rise over feilds That sighed mellow yawns before subsideing into starry nights Middle Earth; I trod the halls of the poets haunts Frisked through woods he knew long past I was but a child then, I knew no ill nor wants
A tall tower surrounded by a circle of stone A seat of learning proud and strong - his shadow Lingers faint - but I feel I am alone The pistons scream the metals screech Men hurry hither with downcast eyes No time to rest, no time to laugh, no time for common speech
Yet here, within these stone walls the grass is peeping through The sunshines white, we steadfast children laugh Small crocus's and daffodils burst bright and new I know that though I have left my own Middle Earth Soon there I shall return, covered in mail bright Singing songs of its beutey my heart filled with mirth
(in explanation I'm from Oxford studying in Birmingham)
Joined: 04 November 2005 Posts: 19521 Location: In a pudle on Naboo with dragon kind and ents and Jedi and wolves living in the Last Homely House!
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Sorry to get back to you so late! That poem was one of the last things I posted before dissapearing for 6 months.
Studies are going really well, i'm about to commence my third and final year at university, though i might begin a postgraduate afterwards in europe depending on how this year goes.
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