Oh,treason of Enlightenment, logic!

Between the  orchards and the hunting Chace
The cedar trees and Tudor walls of brick
Stood  this ancient town and Market Place

A Norman church  stands   here within my  gaze
Though ugly buildings nearby cause me shock.
Among the  orchards and the  green filled Chace

Amid the shadows, I can see your face
My mind  dreams  while awake and  tricks
This little town  and me in  others’ Place

A Cedar tree stood near the  Palace Gate
Now chopped down  for ugly flats en bloc
Felled now are the  orchards by the Chace

No longer ruling, squashed by Banks, new, base
The Church has shrunk, an isle, a lick
Oh little town, is this creative space?

As the clocks run on, bombs tick
Oh treason of Enlightenment, Logic!
Between the  orchards and the hunting Chace
Stood this little town with  gracious space.