To Oxford University in the Snow  
by James Lynch Bridson

Down a street,
And up another,
Cross a road,
And come to a graveyard,
With snow as a cover.

At the side of the stone path,
There are bright stiff leaves,
They're so bright, everyone sees.

Then I turn right and cross a street,
I come to the University,
With ice cold feet.

From The Early Poetry of James Lynch Bridson edited by No-one,
but with Copyright © 2009 asserted by James Lynch Bridson