Newton and Cromwell

The wind blew hard and it howled and cried
on the night when the Lord Protector died,
and the force of that wind was measured and kept
in the yard where the schoolchild, Newton, leapt.
The world and seasons and people go round,
and we stopped counting time from when old kings were crowned,
it’s not where you start, it’s the way you begin,
so take up your yardstick, and bow, and join in.

26th September 2003