Posted by Admin on 31 March 2008, 12:00 am
I shall not take the bridle path
to Wendens Ambo, there to bend
my steps along its ancient way,
towards a wished-for Journey’s End,
lest disillusionment should haunt –
sad spectre of so many trails,
all magic-tricked with moonshine,
imagination’s potent spells –
those tracks that led my discontent
beneath an unpropitious star,
where non-existent pleasure domes,
magnetic, drew my feet afar.
No! Let me cherish daydreams yet,
while life affords this final boon,
of some East Anglian Shangri-la,
or Essex-sited Brigadoon.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
Village
Parish Council