This poem was written after visiting a restaurant on the Austria-Hungary border, a part of the old Iron Curtain. It transpired that the Russian cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin had been there and had signed the Visitors Book.
Yuri Gagarin in Uzlop
Yuri Gagarin was there before us
at the Stork Mill
in Uzlop (now Oslip)
with its bean soup and gipsy music
after we'd dropped our leaflets saying,
We the Democrats
are fighting your War
It is not a War
of Land against Land.
Earlier in a brambled copse
there was a confusion of birdsong
peeps whistles and throaty warbles
and a dozen cabbage whites
in a display of dance
amid crabbed oaks
and a strawy tangled sea
under a circling kite on a thermal.