I’m not known for writing poetry, much less in the style of the 16th century. But I’ve had a go, and I like to think that my poetry is a bit better than my art.
Enjoy!
Aurora and Terry
In London towards the north and west,
In a valley flown by birds of the best
Plumage: I mean pigeon, sparrow, robin, wren;
With public houses never lacking men,
And flowers of every single hue,
And trees of might – the oak and yew –
Fair Kilburn lies in all its glory,
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