Kings, Queens, Poets and Tramps

A poem about a road trip through England.

Kings, Queens, Poets and Tramps

 

 

The misty morning hangs over the Tyne Bridge as I drive across it and out of Newcastle to start my odyssey.

 

The beauty of The Lake District burns into my heart, Raindrops lay on my windscreen like pearls as my car drives into Yorkshire. I stop in Leeds for a strong brew; in York I look up into the metallic sky and see the letters S.P.Q.R. printed across the clouds. The moors glow black as I leave them behind.

 

The aroma of tripe hits me as I walk along the Mersey in Liverpool.

The beat is heard miles before you get to Manchester. It is in your blood stream, you feel the music in your soul. As I walk down the arrogant streets the sound of

The Stone Roses and Oasis is heard throughout the city.

 

 

The orange sun brakes through the clouds and shines on the cities of Chester, Nottingham, Leicester and Birmingham. The road goes on, my eyes scan the countryside, the minutes tick by and the island becomes smaller.

 

 

I hear the sound of a quill being dipped in ink as I stroll around Stratford-upon-Avon, I glide down the peaceful rivers of Cambridge, I gaze up with wonder at the spires of Oxford as ninety-nine crows fly into the lavender stained sky. The mighty cathedral stands like an old giant in the historic city of Canterbury.

 

The sounds and smells of every nationality in the world is heard and felt. I walk through my hometown, the capital, the old great city of  kings, queens, poets and tramps. I relax in Hyde Park while reading a novel by George Orwell. Led Zeppelin and The Rolling Stones echoes throughout the alleyways. I am in London.

 

 

Finally I’m at the end of my trip as I drive into mystical Cornwall. The seagulls sing an opera for me; I drink a few pints of dark ale in a very old pub. I end up sitting on a lonesome beach watching the sunset that is the colour of the Tudor rose. I can hear the music of Elgar lapping up with the waves; I place my hands into the sand and close my eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for allowing me on your road trip. I was in England many times in the late seventies being so close being station in Germany. England is a special place. A lot to see and do. I saw the birth of punk rock back in my day. Europe is a treat for the mind always. Thank you for outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Beautiful! You took me with you to a special place that seems to be embedded in your heart and soul...your hometown, a place you call home. Thank you for sharing a piece of your heart. Great write!

[brandon beacon hill]

Nice!!! Really loved the ending....really felt that part......for some reason my favorite line in this poem is.....

AsI walk down the arrogant streets the sound of

The Stone Roses and Oasis is heard throughout the city.

There is something about arrogance and british music that just makes sense!!

To be honest, a bit heavy on the references, but understand the use of them....overall....well done!!!

[Mary C]

Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!

[TawnyBlueStar]

lovely :D
I like how you mention different things for all the places on your road trip :)
I'm from Manchester and that definitely fits :D
Awesome poem :D
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[Writingfox]

Excellent work. Your writing style had a touch of Stream of Consciousness stylisms to it. Which I absolutely adore. I could see each place so clearly, and each one was different yet the same. Also, the punk rock inclusions, priceless. Go with the classic man. Most excellent.

[Me]

what a beautiful write...liked it

[Cassie Fraga]

coooool!!! thank you for taking me with you, on such an endearing journey... very nice penning my friend!!

[TheSweet]

England through and through :P Haveing been born and bred in Cornwall, obviously that's what hits me most. It's rare you get the oppertunity to smile at something about England - most people here seem to think it's the worst place ever. Awesome poem, thanks a plenty. :)

[Lily Mae]

I smiled when I saw this..another wonderful trip taken and felt from your eyes and heart.. thank you for sharing another piece of you..x