Words , Words, Words.
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HENRY, No I haven’t read it before. What can I say ? Very descriptive, excellent, emotive, nostalgic ? There are probably a few old codgers reading that poem who were affected like me with mind wandering at the end of each line of the poem. To be facetious , as usual. The line commencing Coffee reminded me of “ "Instructions to Lancaster crews, action to be taken when hydraulic oil is lost. - The crew will empty the contents of their flasks into the header tank, then urinate into the flasks , and pour into header tank” Never did find out why the F.E couldn’t load a spare can of hydraulic oil.
Churches, bays coves , and sands.? Hemswell,- Lincoln Cathedral.- Skegness ?
And oft when on my couch I lie, in vacant or in pensive mood, they flash upon that inward eye, which is the bliss of solitude.
Blimey , I am now thinking about Wordsworth, and Grasmere, then playing round the top of Helvelyn in a tiger moth. I had better get down to earth, and compose my next effort.