Away from noisy, hectic urban life,
I cycle the Viking trail on Kentish seashore.
I follow cliffs, not rushing to arrive,
Exploring lands of smugglers, monks and bishops.
The perfect route runs in the blooming fields,
Both sides adorned with the bending flowers -
As moving, cutting them, I am full of guilt;
Sun sends the tender beams of evening hours.
If only mundane paradise exists,
This garden of untroubled rural England
Serves well to illustrate it, and resists
To change for worse modernity of inland.
I spend most efforts to be able to gain
Few days like this, in a life-long sparse array.
05.07.2016
Away from noisy, hectic urban life
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