I came upon Arcadia,

set in burnished mellow

honeyed Cotswold stones,

along the Fosse meridian

where sleepy chippings rest and

woollen churches offer shade,

to nibble scones, drink China tea

and marvel at the charming wolds,

where now the residential fleeces

wear pink rinses, and bleat in

raucous foreign drawls,

 

© Graham R Sherwood 11/24