Nicholson's Road

Still dreamland's hallowed detour.
Today I walked it end to end
And saw phantasms endure
As a commemorative blend
Twinkling in Elysium's hue
And sprinkled with it's rustic dust
Which fructifies the sacred view
That sprouts in my dendritic trust
As blackberries do on their vines
Under the weight of summer's heat
Pressing from those thorny shrines
Another batch for birds to eat
All along a token Appian Way
Of Burnt Bridges and concrete slabs
Ever in their August display
Like sweaty knees and elbow scabs
From unending playground pleasure
All marks of heavenly measure,
And, in a fancy...amethystine
Might still be...the road to Sifton!