We were bound for London land,
And found it just the same
And as blameless as ever
For its many heavy names.
As framed by history’s verdigris
As it had always been,
And as loaded with as many folks
As its ancient spokes could carry.
It didn’t worry us or bar our path
And when brushed against its rush
It neither faltered nor altered
The direction of our carriage.
Old friends were met and new ones made
And if the same can be said
For me and my son then we’ve done
Wonders with our time there,
And a man made in Ireland
Passed from one emerald realm
Into a different kingdom of colour
And joy and sadness wept together.
The weather held, in fact it bloomed,
And if a few routines were ruined
Then the function of them was
Held up to be not so important after all
And I thank the family who roomed us
With all the love I have left over
After its use on my own household,
And hope to be as good a host myself one day.
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