Question 1107

This is a poem titled X about a place called X. It was written by Y, the founder, who was moved by the place. Sadly though, The Guardian newspaper named this as one of the worst poems ever written.

I remember the day when I first came here
And smelt the sweet X air

The trees and ground covered with snow
Gave us indeed a brilliant show

To me the place seemed like a dream
And far ran a lonesome stream

The wind hissed as if welcoming us
The pine swayed creating a lot of fuss

And the tiny cuckoo sang it away
A song very melodious and gay

I adored the place from the first sight
And was happy that my coming here was right

And eight good years here passed very soon
And we leave you perhaps on a sunny noon

Oh X we are leaving you now
To your natural beauty do I bow

Perhaps your winds sound will never reach my ear
My gift for you is a few sad tears

I bid you farewell with a heavy heart
Never from my mind will your memories thwart


ID X. Brownies for Y.

Answer: X- Abbottabad Y- James Abbot