Spires steeples and bustling streets
Quiet corners where couples meet
Bikes with bells ringing
Choirs cheerfully singing
In cafe bars society chatters
Current affairs and everyday matters
Bow ties scarves and college colours
Students away from their sisters and brothers
This is a place of learning
For those educated, the quite discerning
This is a city of tradition
Of academia and ambition.
This is Oxford.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We have spent a brilliant couple of days in Oxford. We were very fortunate to be able to climb Magdalen Tower and have a birds eye view of this wonderful and historic city. Last night we were able to attend the formal dinner in the Hall at Magdalen with my nephew. This was an atmospheric candle lit black tie dinner. One I won’t ever forget...very Harry Potter!!
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Such a good summary of that means Oxford today and of course days of yore too. First rate rhyming keeps the Oxford scene even more in focus and thanks for the share in your memorable meal too. A most interesting read.
As I said yesterday I go to Oxford regularly to go to the Ashmolean Museum - I could quite happily live in that place.
Yes we visited the museum. Only time for one floor. Definitely will return to explore the museum further.
Yes, a fine write. I tried climbing St Mary's Church Tower when in Oxford. Too scary. I never reached the top. Don't like heights, nor 'see through' steps. Had to see the view on You Tube.
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