My Weary Quest

When first my weary eyes did close to leave

The problems of my day so far behind.

My body to gain its longed for reprieve.

And peaceful slumber I did hope to find.

But sleep, for me, was hard to find that night.

For the busy town which did surround me,

would not be silent, nor dim its bright light.

The noise all merged into a banshee's scream.

So my bag I packed, and away I went.

To the place where I knew peace did reside,

A small white house on the outskirts of Kent.

Where the green silk-like fields stretch far and wide.

In that small little bed I found my rest,

And that was the end of my weary quest.