The quietest places under the sun…

Clun resonated with me. I’ll let the poem “A Shropshire Lad” by A.E. Housman and images speak for itself.

20130222-170309.jpg Clunton and Clunbury,
Clungunford and Clun,
Are the quietest places
Under the sun. In valleys of springs and rivers, 20130222-170353.jpg We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a Knighton lad. 20130222-170532.jpg By bridges that Thames runs under,
In London, the town built ill,
‘Tis sure small matter for wonder
If sorrow is with one still. 20130222-170626.jpg And if as a lad grows older
The troubles he bears are more,
He carries his griefs on a shoulder
That handselled them long before. 20130222-170733.jpg Where shall one halt to deliver
This luggage I’d lief set down?
Not Thames, not Teme is the river,
Nor London nor Knighton the town: 20130223-083157.jpgTis a long way further than Knighton,
A quieter place than Clun,
Where doomsday may thunder and lighten
And little ’twill matter to one.

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