The Day

Upon a Sunday in June just gone,

  

Such good fortune came along,

 

Abundant pleasures filled my day,

 

Before I had a thing to say,

 

I walked a busy river bank,

 

Feeding birds who offered thanks,

 

I drunk ale in ancient inns,

 

With old soaks and wooden beams,

 

I took in Georgian squares and lanes,

 

And decommissioned old steam trains,

 

I had tea and walnut cake,

 

And frolicked on a boating lake,

 

I ate rare beef and crispy spuds,

 

Then washed roasting tins in suds,

 

Before laying down upon my bed,

 

And asking myself:

  

What have I achieved? 

by Dominic.