Winds
Of change.
Over the hill and far away
Beyond the old black stump
Winds of change rearrange
Heights of each speed bump.
Up and down round and round
Using the exit lanes
The pitfalls and the potholes
The boats the trains and planes.
Walking down the avenue
Then the hills and dales
Valley’s alleys boardwalks too
Voices echoing in vales.
Years slip past life is vast
Armed with the best will
Burgeoning and beckoning
Overtures over the hill.
Will you walk between the talk?
And the spark that arcs our senses
And discard the destination
And drop-dead your defences.
Change and spills of attitude
And opine opportunities
Integrated understanding
And brand-new communities.
If we knew the answers
There’d be no questions left
Longing eternally
For places meant for rest.
©
David Rudder
2024
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