M.Amin Noorani Street

I find myself at

M.Amin Noorani Street
Tired with travel, ready to rest.

I'm shown upstairs, after a shower
And freshening. I lay on the floor

Undercover and eiderdown,
cossetted and coddled in the a.c.

Drained to a sleep filled with
Whistles of a bird in the night.

Waking to the peering perusal of
Shakespeare smiling oh so woodily

At me, a harbinger of heroes and
Villains and maybes and certainties,and

Willows and lillies, rotted and blooming
In bright morning classrooms.

I had said goodbye forever
To wet streets in rain riddled Reading.

Goodbye to olde Englande
To Jolly Olde Englande:

Its steeples and people
And proud politicians,

And green fields with sheep
I'd long for to count in my sleep.

                                                           The Hexagon, Reading

                                          Civic Offices, Reading, where my Dad worked.

                                                       Forbury Gardens, Reading

                                                                       George Street

                                                  Prospect Park Mansion House, Reading.

                                                                           Reading.
La da da dahh
Lah dah dah daaah.