"Fair Quiet, have I found thee here"
By Andrew Thornton-Norris - London, United Kingdom - 19 February 2012
The day I wandered after dusk
Across ploughed field and shadowed copse
And wondered of the busied world
If I should ever step there again.
For my heart was bleak as the plain ploughed field
And my mind was dark as the shadowed copse,
Where roosting fowl did cluck and screech
And flitting bats did dart among the flies.
Darkening skies of grey and silver and blue
With bursting coloured sunset nearly out of sight
As India from my nation's realm withdrew
And peaceful evening skies let no respite.