If you wander not lonely but content   in vacant thought and pensive mood a faded rose is a Summer spent. Drift in Mercia’s Kank or Sutton woods Hear vales seep their ancient tales Bluebell choirs ring for Winter’s broods A sprightly breeze will light a fire-dust sky Meander down Anker, Tame or Trent A rippled trout will play you one last fly. If you are a word entrepreneur Oak and earth drip rust and gold Vertical thoughts form echo chambers Troubadours roaming in metaphordown Anker, Tame or Tren, Drift in   Wrap blue-sky words in mist Spring enlightenment from bottom lines Poems shared are rare commodities Trade in an economy of words Cut the chaff for sentiment's core. Become a poetry fan-tasist   a crouching bear in cultural commerce   find peak performance of written verse.