The wrought iron gate closed us in
Not locked but proof enough
Against the busy street and bustling bus
Filtered noise that squeezed between the rails
Loud enough to guide us back
Should we wish...If we should wish
Jack and me,my friend and I.
Few shared the gravel crunch
its puddles and its mud,
Unlike the stone- clad patrhs outside
Where one can rush,from shop to shop
Foot-fall sure and level
Only pedestrian clash to spoil the day.
Listen! eavesdrop on the blackbird songs
See them love and feed their brood,
Leaves whispering in the breeze
Here is space and spare,time for thought
Rainbow choice,gold and green,
Wind blown songs that fade
'Though never die but join the library
Where,stored in alphabet and order
A million years from now,
Share their place with other sounds
Eroica, Beatitude,ranting tyrant
And mundane BBC
Deep in the wood (a remnant of the chase)
Stillness lets us hear ourselves......
Lud- dub,lub-dub of healthy hearts
Left right,left right,the feet reply....
Slow ...predictable.........
Room to walk.....to dream.....
No barging rushing crowds
No false "sorry sirs"
Whose fault was it anyway?
The world is not a crowded place
True we crush each other in the train
Because we will not take another route
But here there's room....
Grasses touching in the lawn,
But having space enough
Make way for dandelion clock,
And timeless daisy.
We came to walk and talk
Recreate..think and rest awhile..
To leave behind
The din of making money,
The gaudy Coke
Three for two, or two for one
Gum-strewn pavement slabs,
Take-away,throw-away
And eat-out shops.....
But what we found was time.
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