Poem
Utopia There you can be who you want to be - Nobody’s yelling or carrying on. Pure brooks replenish rivers Fit for swimming and drinking And on the seashore, no tangled plastic Nor the matted corpses of seabirds. There you can really create stuff - No one’s dissing your best endeavours. Sleep is easy in the quiet safety of home With dreams that are serene And on the TV screen no endless tales of crime Nor gloomy broadcasts all the flaming time. There you feel you are truly living - Nothing’s menacing your peace of mind as Starlings flock in rhythmical shoals When autumn days submit to dusk And on the edge of felicity - no sudden thuds Nor faraway grey thunder grumbling. from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/IiEMvoY