Longings

{John Clare had a lot to answer for, when he wrote ‘I am’.}

Image courtesy of Pixabay.com (creative commons)

I long for scenes where sweet goods tread
A place where I can stop and stare
A place to eat my chocolate spread,
to pick and choose from all the fare.

I long for scenes where tyrants flee
A place where I can stop and stare
A place to eat my boss’ tea,
to pick and choose, to take my share.

I long for scenes within my shed
A place where I can stop and stare
A place to write, and still be read,
to pick and choose, without a care!

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2018