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from Summoned by Bells

from Summoned by Bells by John Betjeman (1906-84) Poems on the Underground 1995 ' Great was my joy with London at my feet - All London mine, five shillings in my hand And not expected back till after tea! Great was our joy, Ronald Hughes Wright's and mine, To travel by the Underground all day Between the rush hours, so that very soon There was no station, north to Finsbury Park, To Barking eastwards, Clapham Common south, No temporary platform in the west Among the Actons and the Ealings, where We had not once alighted. Metroland Beckoned us out to lanes in beechy Bucks - Goldschmidt and Howland (in a wooden hut Beside the station): 'Most attractive sites Ripe for development'; Charrington's for coal; And not far off the neo-Tudor shops.'

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