At present I am preoccupied with visiting grandchildren and so I dug up this poem, written in the early 1970s when I lived in London, and edited now in 2019. Grandchildren can’t relate to this time before even thier parents were born, the senitments are universal so I hope that some of my readers may enjoy it.
I am a child of the night,
City born and thrust
Into the darkness,
Of faceless urban millions,
Sharing stereotyped desires,
And mass-media emotions,
Predicted and predictable.
But, today I was free.
For today I saw the sun shine,
A warm spring sun,
It dried the ground,
It nuzzled nature to action,
Even as I was excited, delighted,
My heart uplifted by the globe.
Then joyful, I sang,
Forgetting the gray city,
Forgetting the tubes and fumes,
Forgetting humanity, my heritage,
And like the March hare,
Madly exulted in the sun,
My heart worshipped a pagan God.
jstansfeld 
lovely; the poem lifts exultedly in the final two stanzas; very well written
You are so kind. It looks like 8/13.20 was a busy day as you spelunked my blog. I thank you. This kind of comment helps inspire.
Same here. Like Ian, I love that line – “It nuzzled nature to action…”
And to worship a pagan god – what freedom, what exuberance, what a clincher for me 🙂
Enjoy your grandchildren, Jane dear.
The English tend to worship the sun because they generally have overcast skys! On a sunny spring day the London parks are festooned with people in various attitudes on the grass, eating, chatting. picnicking, reading sun bathing the list goes on.
Excellent thoughts and one liners. I liked this one. “It nuzzled nature to action,”
Thank you, thank you!
I’m glad that you liked the nuzzling!