Jason Palmer (5 April 1971 / Huddersfield)
Outside an inn, one sits, with half a cider but
Feels full of Coniston peace
The lake, the duck riding the shore wave for fun, the sun glinting
The coffee and shower
Of a new b&b at mid day
The rushing idyllic river under the bridge
A warm inn with wood beams
These are the things a day should fill
Not the desk, the PC, the email.
Oh if we had heard Ruskin and neglected
MISTER Adam Smith
What an England we could have made
Can a middle way exist?
Is it one or the other?
Is it a nation of the TV minded workers?
Verses simple pleasures?
Did we pay too higher a price for a high pile of pins
Made in a day
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