had read some of his poems but never stood at his statue a local boy become a famous lad revered crafter of a shropshire lad now here i was with my digital camera knowing full well it was no chimera being here at the shrine of a wordsmith whose professorial gaze is wide and sweeping i tell you straight that for joy my heart is weeping you will ask if i am a friend of narcissus that mythical lad with conceit like a colossus for after i've gone click! click! i see my image embedded in the shiny black marble and i feel like a visiting poet embraced by another in stone
yesterday i was walking along the main street of bromsgrove with my wife, my grandson and our son-in-law. with a plastic mug of hot chocolate in my hand i somehow ended at the base of the statue ofย ย a.e. housman, professor and poet. I went click, click, click with my camera and when later i looked at the pictures, there i was, like a familiar etched inside the photograph of a view of housman's statue. a capital experience!