At first I did not stay to watch canoe-racing on the River Cam on account of the cold wind which swept across the land, rippling the waves where young boys fished and swans swam I walked over the green grass, conversing with a friendly Latvian, refugee from '47 We parted and suddenly the wind dropped Back by the river it rose again Pausing to capture the scene on celluloid, I was hit in the neck by a sycamore leaf GERALD ENGLAND.©1997 http//www.nhi.clara.net/gehome.htm