SUMMER GORING (The Last Poem)
Shall I compare thee to the summer Goring?
Well no - because thou art beyond compare!
So draw the curtains back, have done with snoring,
Let's venture out into the sun-filled air.
What shall we find when wandering Goring's lanes?
The simple joys the season brings alive!
When every step is met with new-found gains
Of beauty, while aloft the red kites strive
To spread their wings and look with steady gaze
As humans with indifference shake their thirst
In bankside pubs where all are in amaze
At how teams row up fast to come in first.
Long many these ancient rituals survive
To grace the peaceful life that men contrive
This is the last Poem that will ever be posted here. His Muse has been
silenced forever as Gordon passed away yesterday, on July 27, 2016.
We found "Summer Goring" as a last entry in his spiral bound notebook
he wrote his verses in as the inspiration struck.
It is so hard to believe there will be no more poems from Gordon....