In Search Of England
Poem By Peter Jones
I went in search of England
and found it there, in some slight lane
where, dressed in light,
cobwebs hung from silences:
a lost remembrance, found again.
And rooks pursued their shadow-world
Behind a sleeping wall
That crinolines the manse in solitude,
Where sundials speak upon a time
That never seems to change at all.
But still the milestone crouches low
Against the stile: against the day
When I had left and travelled far
(was it all so long ago?)
but now returned. It seems to me
I never truly went away.
Suddenly... a shock of sunlight
Transfixed me to this everland.
And all the day rang peals around
My long forgotten England,
My long forgotten Samarkand.