I want to walk through the fields, hymning praises
everything is abundant, everything is full

learning to skip as the heart can skip
as lucid, as joyfully bewildered

I want to saunter, without land, sans terre
this England is my country, the landscape of childhood

the canal so thick with the smells of history
I want to rebegin, into nothing

strange to say I have become what I wanted
an old boy sitting on a block of wood