Canterbury

Canterbury So long ago, St Martyrs Field Road was there my home There is the huge Martyrs monument of witch burning, oh Forty-three names on the stone, mine will be the new one I am the forty-fourth, yes, very famous my life of witchcraft So many times I watched from my room’s window this monument I had an ominous feeling, always, very often and it happened Canterbury a beautiful city, historian, part of world heritage High street, churches, the cathedral, old houses and buildings Parks, rivers, everything, traditions, old culture, time traveling St Thomas catholic church was there my favorite place to contemplate Sixteen years ago. Time is gone. Life goes on and on, Past far on I never forget the beautiful tall blonde English lady’s coffee. I loved her. A time I will visit again this city in Kent Kent, picturesque landscapes, fantastic Garden of England, says the saying I will visit again Canterbury Secretly, like incognito I hope we will meet Oh, amazing heart