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A three pipe poem (ode to a Peterson!)

In this video I show you two beautiful books and read you a new poem about the combined pleasures of smoking, reading and composing. Here's the poem: A Three Pipe Lockdown Poem And so my solitude resumes, I settle down to light my pipe And fill the air with fragrant fumes And muse awhile, till I am ripe With mellowed verse, and empty time Is ready to be filled with rhyme. Ranged on my shelves in patient print The poets keep me company: One phrase of theirs might be the hint, The prompt for some new harmony; Their echoes in my mind repeat And their old meters keep the beat. For in my mind their minstrelsy Is somehow kindled and renewed, As Andrew Marvel stands with me In my ‘delicious solitude’, I smoke a pipe with Tennyson As Larkin nods to Betjeman. Their echoes in my mind repeat, Their cadences still fill my soul, Call me to capture, to complete, To make my broken verses whole, To draw their courses where they run And mould the many into one. So help me, my old Peterson, And let your incense still inspire, Smoke sweetly till my task is done, Your bowl aglow with friendly fire, Until I bring, in true repose, My three pipe poem to a close. If you'd like to support and encourage me in running this channel you might like to pop over and buy me a coffee some time. you can do so here! https://www.buymeacoffee.com/malcolmg...