Along a Roman Road
I’m travelling to Lexhane,
along a Roman Road;
Where twinkl’d glass beckons me through hidden river fords.
To a pond that softly brooks and whispers,
Like nut-brown skin that lolls across settees of dappled
I’m travelling to Lexhane
Along a Roman Road;
Past tree-lined stiles of tread-worn wood to where laughter,
singing deep with mischief,
fangs and tails past dusty book-shelv’d rooms to the ancient
beneath soft, wafting rosettes of summer breath,
through peaceful honey-combed, safe Lexhane
along a Roman road.