free to travel - but only where I go!
no changing your mind
no stopping half way
no going back!
(Escalators)
Highgate Cemetery - The Famous Dead
We who pay to wander - the curious
to gaze at the graves of the famous dead
sleep well famous dead people
rest in your forever sleep
don't mind us - us who pay to come and nose at your final resting places
you once famous in your chosen fields
you who's names live on
amidst the grand - and the humble plots
where your bones
entombed in time worn stonework lay
where the foxes scavenge
squirrels play
door mice nest
and the weeds grow
choking your memories
ivy covered sentiments
caring verses carved
dates
names
you - famous dead people
all that time has taken from us
Who were you - famous dead people
and who are you now?
For all the grandeur of your tombs
who are you now - if not dead?
The Yesterday's of Tomorrow
tomorrow has yet to come
but
today
you find yourself reminising on all the 'yesterdays' you once had
those 'yesterdays' that brought you happiness and joy
only...
don't over-look the happiness and joy that
today will bring
they will be there
and then...
then these become the memories
the happiness and joy
that will make
the 'yesterdays' of tomorrow
Made a Home
We didn't the plot
find
foundations dig
concrete pour
we didn't
the mortar mix
the bricks to bind
a wall to make
the wood that
on its back
carried the tiles
stayed strong
us
dry inside
we didn't
the glass
place
in a frame
a window makes
the cold and the wind stay away
us
kept warm and dry
We grew
flowers
planted - grass
lawn mown
plot - our plot
tended
security made - safe
we loved
we grew love - warmth of heart
foundations
emotional - foundations
grow - a nest built
a place
to return
to
call home
where our flock
grew
here
then fledged
to the world - discovered
we
made a home
A Plaque Of Our Very Own
Hiding behind walls and locked gates
the expensive headland houses
cling to the very view that adds to their price
clad in Cornish slate
keeping the consequences of that view safely at bay
so that those who are able to afford
can stay warm and snug inside -
should they ever chose visit.
Walk down past a pole groaning with signs
"Private road! No cars, no parking, no cycling!"
past the many benches
smothered with plaques
reminding us all of our own fragility
the path taking us to the very cliff edge
towering over a beach
made from layers of ancient folded volcanic rock
waiting to take us if we fell!
The shiny new lifeboat station looks on knowingly from across the bay
looking for all the world
like it's face is in shock
waiting to disgorge its lifeboat
a crew ready when called if we do fall!
Amidst the rugged beauty - there is danger!
In the distant
the tide turns
readying itself to charge in once more
like bull to do battle
with the structures we build
walls and houses - the very beach isn't safe
these places we love
these places are vulnerable
like we are
...maybe we could have a plaque on a bench of our own
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