Go take the Upper Icknield Way Through Wendover and roam Across the Chilterns to the woods Of Hampden's ancient home. There's Stokenchurch and Stewkley, High Wycombe, Slough and Penn, Stoke Mandeville, and Fingest Beech hidden in a glen. There's Amersham and Aylesbury And Beaconsfield, Coleshill, There's Burnham, Wing, and Olney Where lace is made with skill. Between the Chalfonts, Peter, Giles, And on past Shardeloes, The little Misbourne winds and curves, From Missenden it flows. On Bledlow Ridge the wind blows soft Across the Vale to Brill; And guarding Hughenden there spreads The common of Naphill. Such are the names that fall from local lips, Telling of British, Saxon, Norman times, Precious inheritance from our forgotten past, Sweet to the ear as are old ballad rhymes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OPPOSITES by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST TO WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON TAGORE by MARIANNE MOORE PLAINT OF THE DISGUSTED BRITON IN THE STATES by GEORGE SANTAYANA |