The Dreaming Spires

...inspired by 'The Average' by W.H. Auden From scant beginnings, and of lowly birth, bound to tractor pull and harvester, squinting in the sun and pouring rain, imagination dead, his soul would fester. Smothered by his parents' love, he saw no future plan, his for the taking, how could he repay their strong affection, find his own true path? his heart was breaking. With no compass or connections off he went, his wit untested for the trials ahead, apprehensive as to how his time be spent. Surrounded by a higher breed he felt displaced. too much for this young country lad to bear, anywhere but there, he didn't care.