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.

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James Nash