Down the steps against he wall
A mass of glory all outspread,
White, white wing and coal black head.
Body askew, already dead.
In January's cold gloom
When shiver we must,
Armed with camera out we go
Forgetting all this winter's frost
Above The Town
Oft did I wander as a child
On the hills above the town,
Away from calling voices, loud,
To be alone, rejoicing in the world I found,
If you should walk in Romsey park,
Be sure it's in the spring.
Every few paces you will see,
A pleasant line of poetry.
Peter Barkworth As Sassoon
With Peter Barkworth as Sassoon,
And his imaginary torn platoon,
We wandered through a long time past
Relived again the horrors in the grime.