The Streets of Oxford

None can find a
way out
Yet smiling faces
all around

On into the heart
of Oxford now
It’s buildings old
and proud

So much these walls
have seen
Given intellectual
belief

A code for Morse
to crack
In his Endeavour to
put lives back

From Northern Lights
does Lewis come
A Hobbit dreamt for
Tolkien’s sons

A Lord did fight for
his rings
The Eagle and Child,
the Inkling’s did drink

A professor of time
wrote his history brief
And planted a knowledge
an ever-growing seed

So many Don’s in
this town
The city of dreaming
spires and gowns