Current Residence: UK|
Favourite style of art: Landscape
Personal Quote: Good things come to those who wait
Boyhood- EnglandBoyhood- England by greumach
When I look back, what do I see?
What pictures are they come to me?
What sounds, what smells, what tastes
Come winging from tempóral wastes?
O'er Essex marshes ring the bells
Of churches flint in bosky dells.
The choristers troop in and out,
If one's an angel, one's a lout.
The school bell rings, the smell of chalk,
The crashing sound of prefects' walk.
Amo, amas, the scholars say,
Repeating Latin every day.
In ancient pubs, the smell of beer,
'Neath oaken beams we taste good cheer.
Ancient ruins ivied stand
All over that remembered land,
And timbered houses black and white;
The lightning rends St. Osyth's night.
The smell of coal smoke in the frost;
My memory has nothing lost.
A land not mine, in which I grew,
A land of oak and elm and yew.
A quiet place, that hadn't changed
Since Cavalier and Roundhead ranged
And Matthew Hopkins witches killed
And Claude Duval the Ladies thrilled.
You Saxons have a lovely land,
Traditions ancient, buildings grand.
I hope that you can