The bridges I crossed with aching legs
A head torch reflecting in tiny stars
And the oceans I crossed, and the beaches
I landed on, sandy and bustling
With people on beach towels
And sancastles built with buckets and spades,
And then there’s the streets
That I’ve lived on and loved.
I’ll write about all those places that seared
A shape in my heart for a life to be lived.
I visited a friend a couple of weeks ago, and the house that they had bought belonged to a retired doctor. He sold the house as seen, and so it came with a whole library of books- and a lot of them were poetry.
I happened to be doing my Thames Path run a couple of weeks later and when I was going through an old volume when I stumbled upon a poem about Henley on Thames. It was beautiful and it really summed up a place that I think has got a place in my heart.
I’ve been to so many wonderful places that seem so ordinary and I feel we all need to write about these places so that they get appreciated for what they are. They may not be Niagara Falls or the Grand Canyon, but they are quietly wonderful. Let’s show more love to these places.