Along a Roman Road

I’m travelling to Lexhane,

along a Roman Road;

Where twinkl’d glass beckons me through hidden river fords.

To a pond that softly brooks and whispers,

Like nut-brown skin that lolls across settees of dappled
sun.

I’m travelling to Lexhane

Along a Roman Road;

Past tree-lined stiles of tread-worn wood to where laughter,

singing deep with mischief,

fangs and tails past dusty book-shelv’d rooms to the ancient
Aga hearth,

beneath soft, wafting rosettes of summer breath,

through peaceful honey-combed, safe Lexhane

along a Roman road.