My lunchtime stroll
by cricketjeff on March 19, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
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A thousand years of history
A stroll just after lunch
The heart of London’s mystery
And tourists by the bunch
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The River wanders lazily
Beneath a crowd of boats
The Bridges showing hazily
Above the stuff that floats
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The guns that shelled the Bismark
Face the walls of ancient days
A man that now makes his mark
Stares across from modern maze
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The job may not reward me
And I may not be content
But these sites have never bored me
And their power won’t relent
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So I walk across the river
To see where my Land was made
And I always feel a shiver
As my history’s replayed
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The best of all the ages
Stood to look upon those gates
One of England’s greatest stages
Now majestically waits
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An iron marvel clad in stone
Is just as grand to see
And dreaming of a sort of throne
Is a poet known as me
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