Imprisoned In A Cage Of Sound, Even

People's Backyards Are Much More Interesting Than Their Front Gardens, And Houses That Back On To Railways Are Public Benefactors.

And Now, Dear Lord, I Cannot Wait Because I Have A Luncheon Date.

A Whispering And Watery Norfolk Sound Telling Of All The Moonlit Reeds Around.

And London Shops On Christmas Eve Are Strung With Silver Bells And Flowers As Hurrying Clerks The City Leave To Pigeon-haunted Classic Towers, And Marbled Clouds Go Scudding By The Many-steepled London Sky

I Am Still Reeling With Delight At The Soaring Majesty Of Norfolk.