Although I was born and grew up in London, and visit whenever I can, I relish returning to my adopted city: Norwich. I love the feeling I get when the train leaves the outskirts of London and fields become predominant; when I drive out of the car park near the station and down to Riverside, where boats bob and chug on the River Wensum. The car more or less drives itself home, the journey is so comfortable and familiar. So I have written a short tribute poem to Norwich.
A Fine City
Norwich is
A fine city
It fits
Like a comfortable
Pair of shoes
As I walk its easy streets
Take in its familiar views
From the top of Mousehold Heath
I can see the silhouette
Of the cathedral’s spire
As the evening sun sets
Dipping deeply
Bathing the skyline
In ethereal fire
The image was found on Pinterest
writing in north norfolk 