Summer Solstice 2015

  • Sumo

The willow in the wind stands tall

I sit beneath and drink my beer

While down below the river wall

The Thames, is at low tide.

Judge Jeffreys used to drink in here

His portrait is inside


The sun shines as it ever shone

And sitting near to me

An old man tells a younger one

About his family tree.


We need illusions to deploy

For truth brings` no security

The tragic heroines of Troy

Were not consoled for loss

And walking  down the pelican stairs,

Passing the green moss

And slippery slime

I think this time

On the wisdom of immaturity.


Two men are digging in the mire

Not for work but pleasure

Some yards apart each stands alone.

As they reveal when I enquire,

One wants to find a pretty stone,

The other’s seeking treasure.


And nearby Tim

Who was born in Wales

When I visited him

On a later day

Said he’s found many old ships nails

And is planning to sell them on ebay.