In a Forgotten Field in England

poem by: Carl Halling
Written on Nov 17, 2016

He had no insight into the mysteries
Of the gilded sports 
Of the British social elite,
By the time he arrived at his beloved college,
Long, long ago in a long-forgotten England,

And in later years he came to the opinion
That if he possessed a single quality 
That might be termed noble 
He owed it in part to his education, 
And not least the four years he spent there,

And there’d be times when certain pieces 
Of quintessentially English pastoral music 
Still had the power to evoke his strange and sudden vanishing, 
While seeming to him to bespeak a passion 
For the Arcadian soul of England that verged on the ecstatic, 

And others when he’d dream of a day
He might return to the scene of his flight as if in atonement,
And commune with the soul of his beloved England,
With a passion verging on the ecstatic, 
And then put the memory to rest for all time,

And he absconded once...just the once it was...
To avoid being chastised for something foolish he did, 
And he finished up wandering, forlornly wandering,
His boots freshly caked with the purest English soil,
Long, long ago in a forgotten field in England.

 

Tags: love, inspirational, metaphor, deep, wishful,

Add Comment


Christopher Russon commented on Nov 27, 2017 at 8:38am
I like this poem.their are many stories that could told regarding the mystarys and tragedies Of people who have trod those fields.Some footballers come to mind.nice write Carl.

 

More by Carl Halling

...
Your Beautiful (L...

poem by Carl Halling

Shooting star With a quicksilver mind, You deserve to go so far, Can't someone stop you Before you ruin your soul, With irreversible harm? Drinking all day, ... Read more

...
In a Forgotten Fi...

poem by Carl Halling

He had no insight into the mysteries Of the gilded sports Of the British social elite, By the time he arrived at his beloved college, Long, long ago in a long-forgotten England, And in later years he came to the opinion That ... Read more