Farewell

Chapter 48: NOW, IF I WERE RICH

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About This Book

A varied collection of poems and short prose pieces that celebrate the Cotswold and Gloucestershire countryside while exploring love, longing, and spiritual yearning. The poems range from concise nature lyrics—observing rivers, hedges, birds, and seasonal light—to sonnets and free-verse meditations that ask for vision, joy, and fellowship. Several pieces foreground homesickness and the solace of ritual and local customs, others offer wry or reflective commentary on mortality, vanity, and daily life. Prose poems and songs intersperse formal verse, producing a sequence that alternates celebratory rural description, quiet grief, religious petition, and gentle humour.

NOW, IF I WERE RICH

Now, if I were rich,

And lord of the manor,

My limbs might all twitch.

Now, if I were rich

I might marry a—witch,

And lose every tanner

That made me so rich,

And lord of the manor.

(But I wish I were rich,

And lord of the manor!)