There is a spot in the churchyard

On the brow of the hill looking towards Windsor

Where I used to sit for hours and hours when a boy

This was my favourite spot

I have quoted from a letter penned by Byron

He is writing about St Mary’s Church in Harrow

I know it well and it saddens me when I revisit the area

How different the town is now some two hundred years later

It is grey urban anonymous and looking rather tired

I often wonder what the poet might have thought

If he returned to Harrow in a passing dream