An English Hamlet

 

Two weeks every summer as a boy I was taken there,

to a corner of England under a summer's sky.

A row of cottages on one side of a lane,

tucked away for few to see.

A nearby hump backed bridge and a pub.

beside a canal with locks and barges,

as they passed along with their trade.

A countryside which only England can boast of,

with farms, dells, copses and meandering streams.

As night arrived the darkness and silence came also

as serenity was poured over those who slept.

No sounds save an owl or a badger scampering by,

could disturb such a tranquil landscape.

It was a world of its own,

neatly wrapped in a parcel of nature.

It lay in the heart of England, the home of the Bard,

with the forest of Avon but  a few miles distant.

This was where I always wanted to be,

with rabbits, squirrels and old men

sippng their pints of ale.

These few acres brought me to be the person I am today,

someone who seeks for peace and time simply to be.