Think I’ll pour some homemade beer
To give myself a little cheer
It’s so cold and wintry here –
The sunshine’s gone to Oxfordshire
Sunday looks a promising day –
Then the sunshine’s here to stay
When I remember boyhood dreams I’m sad
That all I would accomplish was not done.
‘Not all’? I might more truthfully say...
The sweet-peas that she gathers
Are destined for some jar
She walks the garden, scissors in hand...
