What if?



What if I had stayed here;

In this little village,

renowned for film crews, tourists,

the window peepers.


This little part of England,

locked in time it seems,

but full of visitors,

the only ones who can afford to come and stay.

So like Disneyworld,

I come to imagine what might have been,

if I had stayed in this little part of England.

In the house with the bedroom over the roadway,

where carriages brought ladies and lords to the ball at the manor house,

now of course a hotel, full of visitors with fat wallets,

And young second wives.


But stop, this is a village after all,

And I could have stayed.

But I am glad I didn’t,

and made my village my friends,

ignoring the trout stream and the postcard in which I now stand.






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