Return To The Shire

I woke up this morning
All weary and yawning
Without any warning
The room was alight
Immediately standing
I leapt to the landing
With stark understanding
Of a day in full flight

Outside it was raining
I stood there refraining
From curse or complaining
But went on my way
The streets were all shining
With droplets reclining
Atop pavement lining
Upon tarmac grey

My feet puddle bathing
On water sluiced paving
And people behaving
Wall-like in a maze
The tube overflowing
With to-ing and fro-ing
And everyone going
To work in a daze

But just as I'm certain I'll fall to my knees
Heart failing, hands flailing and soul ill at ease...

...I recall through these torments the evergreen shire
And my heart brims anew with a fierce desire
That grows ever stronger hour by hour
To lie in the arms of a fresh verdant bower
And savour the scent of each bud, blade and flower
Away from the grey of this dark London power
Which dauntingly threatens my soul to devour…

…Leaving me weak, woeful, weeping and worn
How I long for the shire where my soul is reborn.