Memories Of London - Poem by Dennis Adonis
Soaring from the Caribbean and stepping off of the plane
Good old London you certainly felt the same
Gatwick I savour you, for your scenery I pain
O' how much I was grieving for the beautiful sight of you again
I misses your flowers that blooms in the spring
And the songs of the birds around Crawley they sing
Oh dear London if I was a man with even one wing
I would have still struggle to reach you from my heart within
I miss the warmth of your good old summer days
And even the beautiful sight of the art forms you displays
Warmth my face felt from your simmering sun rays
And even the sweet sound of the roof on rainy days
I miss the autumn when your colourful leaves will fell
And the approaching season changes yes I can tell
The sight of this surely makes my big heart swell
O' good old London I know you too well
I miss the winter when your streets go cold
Wonderfully white, it's a beauty to behold
A cold winter it would be, the forecaster foretold
O' beautiful London, you are still warmly unfold
Poet's Notes about The Poem
And for me, the gracefulness and beauty of dear old London is often one of those places.
And as is obvious, this poem is a true reflection of the things or rather some of the things that I often miss, and wind into a nostalgia that usually takes a few weeks to get unwind from.
While some elements of this piece would have been mildly overstated, the poem in itself lends credence to my feelings about London with particular emphasis on Gatwick in the County of West Sussex where I often rests my head.
So if your memory can dwell with a place that you always miss, no matter where you are, then I am sure that you can connect with my feelings for the city of London within the lines of this poem.
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