LUNCH AT CRESSAGE
The wind has set aside its ire for love
And nuzzles nape of sun
The shadows drain the blush above
As ripples through the shallows run.
At Riverside the glasses bubble
Where the basking Severn weaves
And joys the Shropshire summer double
With steak and beer and cheese.
Then, it was two thousand years or so
That Marius chinked his glass
And watched the boatmen heave and row
Through willows to the quayside grass.
Here with the heat of day at peace
Specks of why meet sigh and cease -
The river of life ne’er ran so quiet and high
Then thought Mario, now again think I.
The sun, it turns and shares the kiss
So soft the courtship scarce begun -
To-day we celebrate such joy as this
With those who dream at Uricon.
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