(One day during the wee hours of the morning I had the following dream and what happened at the end of it? Read. Date of composition 25/08/1987) . <br />****************************************************************************** <br /> <br />Busy streets fled past me <br />Busy roads ran towards me. <br />As the thirsty eyes of a tourist <br />I was enjoying the scenes. <br /> <br />I was on the roads of London, <br />My heart danced upon my chest. <br />I was flying along the avenues <br />My white car was as swift as a glider. <br /> <br />Thames flowed gently, <br />London Bridge brought me the call of centuries. <br />A lone nightingale sat at Hampstead Heath <br />And Russell Park brought me memories of London Notebook*. <br /> <br />And Avon flowed carrying Shakespeare <br />Piccadilly Circus brought me soft memories. <br />Lake District was serene with Words Worth <br />And Chatham’s grounds were alive with Dickens. <br /> <br />Big Ben rang deep under my chest, <br />Buckingham added a flavor to it. <br />At Tabbard’s Inn I had my breakfast <br />And slowly proceeded towards Stonehenge. <br /> <br />I soon reached a level crossing <br />And heard the steaming whistle of a train. <br />It was a bolt and I woke up <br />To find my pressure cooker whistle in the kitchen! <br />********************************************************* <br />London Notebook* - A travelogue written by S K Pottekkat<br /><br />Ravi Panamanna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-london-trip/
