and did those feet

my feet have known the streets each long hot mile

the greyish dust has sunk into each toe

there's not a corner that i did not know

but i have not been back there a long while

i've not forgotten places on the isle

where in my youth i used to have to go

in a warm time when life was soft and slow

and what concerned us most were form and style

so much recalled yet so much that must count

in a new age when time has outreached rope

so that we find our feet have travelled far

from where each started on that rural mount

in a bright year when everyone had hope

unto this time beneath a troubled star