Droving on the country road

Soft afternoon rain falls on

Paddies, dark green grass and trees

In Siam,

A pretty name

Kent is a name loaded with history

Of boys splashing in spring rain puddles

Laughter filling the halls of oaks and elms

The boy

The old man

Just names

Under the microscope of time

They are one code.

Siam and Kent are one omega

Name, time, location; one plasma.

I can hear the Kent boys’ laughter now

And see the dark green arch of the Siam road

And listen to old silver rain on the Kentish road.