One mark of good verse is surprise

I have a Vision of the Future, chum. The workers flats in fields of soya beans tower up like silver pencils, score on score.

Norfolk would not be Norfolk without a church tower on the horizon or round a corner up a lane. We cannot spare a single Norfolk church. When a church has been pulled down the country seems empty or is like a necklace with a jewel missing.

Imprisoned in a cage of sound, even the trivial seems profound

Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.

Ludlow....is probably the loveliest town in England with its hill of Georgian houses ascending from the river Teme to the great tower of the cross-shaped church, rising behind a classic market building.

And now, dear Lord, I cannot wait Because I have a luncheon date.