Lies not in Westminster Abbey as previously thought
\nbut on the Wiltshire\/Berkshire borders
\nunder an elm tree long gone<\/p>\n
Nearby Belgium Canaries trace their footsteps
\non the card crisp paths
\nsearching for the land of peacocks
\nbut they find only dust<\/p>\n
The black eyes gazelles offer their assistance
\nbut are refused
\nso they return to their studies
\nand the footsteps are traced once more<\/p>\n
In the blue wooden house
\nwhere Jeremy Fisher lives
\nthe golden light of the cornfields
\nilluminates all his rooms
\nthere is no need for artificiality he reasons
\ngold by day
\nwhite by night
\nnature always shares its colours<\/p>\n
He is writing a book
\na guide to the Isle of Bards
\nperhaps he will rewarded with a relic
\nor at least a druids stone
\nwhich would look nice in the sky
\nabove his head<\/p>\n
In the wheelhouse of a passing barge
\na woman weaves a tapestry
\nshe will never complete the task
\nas her husband is far away
\nfighting salamanders on forgotten seas<\/p>\n
A cunning scorpion had plans for her
\nas it sat on a nearby bridge
\nbut it died in despair
\nhaving stung itself out of boredom
\nwhen the sun went down<\/p>\n
The nearby cort\u00e8ge also rests
\nas it has for hundreds of years
\nlistening to the hollow calls
\nof those wonderful birds<\/p>\n
what lyrical fantasies
\ndo these gypsies of the night
\ncreate for these sullen men<\/i><\/p>\n
Who do not dress in black
\nas you might think
\nbut in silks of shocking pink<\/p>\n
On the Sarum road
\nthe labourers return from the bean harvest
\nspeaking of the dancing stars
\nand of the purple skies<\/p>\n
When the day returns
\nthey will plan the festivals of the fields
\nwhich will take place
\nwhere the white cattle now graze<\/p>\n
They will perform plays
\nabout Captain Cook
\nwhose likeness is still to be found
\nin the wells of ballerinas nearby<\/p>\n
In the listen-loved air of these counties
\nborders are not seen
\nonly felt
\ntheir soils will change colour
\nbut not texture
\nand they will always smell of aniseed
\nno matter where you tread<\/p>\n
on your way to the drumming fair<\/p>\n
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