DEATH OF KING GEORGE V ('New King arrives in his capital by air' Daily Newspaper)
Spirit of well-shot woodcock, partridge, snipe Flutter and bear him up the Norfolk sky: In that red house in a red mahogany book-case The stamp collection waits with mounts long dry. The big blue eyes are shut which saw wrong clothing And favourite fields and coverts from a horse; Old men in country houses hear clocks ticking Over thick carpets with a deadened force; Old men who never cheated, never doubted, Communicated monthly, sit and stare At the new suburb stretched beyond the runway Where a young man lands hatless from the air.
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Paging Mr Betjeman
Date: 2012-02-02 05:38 pm (UTC)('New King arrives in his capital by air' Daily Newspaper)
Spirit of well-shot woodcock, partridge, snipe
Flutter and bear him up the Norfolk sky:
In that red house in a red mahogany book-case
The stamp collection waits with mounts long dry.
The big blue eyes are shut which saw wrong clothing
And favourite fields and coverts from a horse;
Old men in country houses hear clocks ticking
Over thick carpets with a deadened force;
Old men who never cheated, never doubted,
Communicated monthly, sit and stare
At the new suburb stretched beyond the runway
Where a young man lands hatless from the air.