Heaven and Hell

A description of either Heaven or Hell in verse

Heaven is where those blue remembered hills

And all those happy highways where we went

But, later, thought we’d lost are found again,

And finally made real and permanent;

Where, not a wink too soon and always now,

The ‘I remember house’ is filled with light

As golden sunlight floods each room by day

And moonbeams silver every nook by night;

Where, young and easy, under apple boughs

As happy as the heart is long, I play

And racing heedless, singing like the sea,

Time holds me green forever and a day.

Heaven is home where hares run through the corn,

Where always, on the dot, at ten to three,

The river slows and sleeps, the clock stands still,

And every day there’s honey served for tea.