END OF DAY

Posted by Admin on 24 July 2006, 12:00 am

The hottest of this July’s days
has ended and the cool of night
extends its benison to soothe
my brow, as on my rural land
I look to where the thinnest haze
now softens tones on Mersley’s height,
and all the land between where, at
peace, Prince Albert’s fane amid
its trees now leads my wand’ring gaze
from copses, pastures, rolling downs,
to rest at last with some concern,
lest it disturb the tranquil state,
on ever-growing East Cowes town,
by distance now incorporate,
for there, as elsewhere, come what may,
sheer hedonism reigns again,
and folk on their ill-chosen way
re-stage La Tragedie Humaine.