Cotswolds Tale

(The epitome of the English idyll, but sadly full of American tourists).

And I came upon Arcadia, the
burnished mellow honeyed stones,
along the fosse meridian,
where sleepy chippings bid me rest,
amongst the woollen churches shade,
to nibble scones with China tea
and marvel at the charming wolds,
where now, the fleeces wear pink rinses
and bleat in sundry foreign drawls.

© Graham Sherwood 7/2010