I though to go into the CityBussed in on a 73 Bendy BusDiscovered something remainsOf English manners, tradition.A tall mature Black WomanOffered me her seatHuman kindness in her nature.How the Sun shoneHow blue an English sky.I walked the lengthOf Tottenham RoadA small distance into Oxford Street.Brought me a Tatty OggieIn the West Cornwall Pastie companyLunch in a brown paper bag.Turning into Virgin MobilesI brought a new mobileA deal with a free blue tooth headsetAll for the princely sum ofTwenty Pounds.Out in the street my stickSeemed to have a mind of its ownTaking me towards Kings CrossUnder a pleasant English SunA snail pace in comparisionWith the rush of humanityI furthered into thought.St. Pancras!Was there not someone?I wished to meet.The whim of my intention drew me in.What sudden delight and aweBeneath that Victorian RoofThe light spreadingAnd the cleansed red brick work.I saw him then.From a distance.He looked as though waitingGazing up at the roof.But for him.No St. Pancras!It would have been torn downLost for ever.I went to meet himSilence between usOur thoughts?We think as Poets thinkWe act on a whim.There he was.Bag in handPot belliedBattered hat on his headAn English Poet immortalised.I said my goodbyePatting him on his shoulder.Turned to see Giants kissing.They towered above my amazementMy pure pleasure at seeing them.On the 476 Double DeckerI thought of Giants and historyAn English Poet one of them.London. 9th May 2008.