A Bower of Willow
A Bower of Willow
Let me weave a bower of willow at your gate
And bring stars new plucked and shining in a bowl
Let me journey far to strange exotic lands
And bowing low lay silks and spices at your feet
But none of these; in a dim and darkening world
Of ranting tabloids, greedy bankers and blathering bishops
And celebrities shouting and waving merrily
On a bright vehicle plunging to catastrophe
Let us paddle our small boat as best we can
On a slowly running river of contendedness
A little house, a garden, a dog, a cat
You ‘let’s go shopping’ and me ‘yes let’s’
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