Something

I live sometimes in a city and by the sea Where wolds meet sky and clouds are fishing boats, Luckily there’s nowhere I’d rather be Than where I am. A blackbird’s notes Sound just as good in either place, as pure, I am transported by the joy, the evening song Perched on chimney pot or tree, I am sure That both places are where I belong. But sometimes there is a special feel To smaller city skies and the precious art Of the blackbird chorister. I would kneel To thank Something from my grateful heart, But of course I would feel quite compromised Being cool, ironic and civilised. ©James Nash 2019

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