A lonely dull-eyed fish regards our walk,
Beneath the morning sun, autumnal cyan sky,
Would ask us, puzzled, “Why?”, if it could talk.

Three women in a boat rowed gently by
As five strode out, we pilgrims seeking Woking
Beneath the morning sun, autumnal cyan sky.

The landlord said, “You must be freaking joking”,
But armed with GPS and OS maps
We five strode out, as pilgrims seeking Woking.

The stimuli to learning did not lapse:
We read of Kennedy and Magna Carta.
And armed with GPS and OS maps

We stumbled on to find Virginia Warter.
Before us Saxon woods and alien crater,
Behind us Kennedy and Magna Carta.

We sit on Horsell Common, six hours later.
A lonely dull-eyed fish regards our walk
Through Saxon woods to find an alien crater:
Would ask us why, but dead, it cannot talk.

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