Sightseers, 5th December, Poem of theDay

Sightseers

We visit the same haunts every year

our children’s lives marked

 

by brightly coloured pins

in the Ordnance Survey map.

 

Charting stumbling toddler years

to teenage angst, until they disappear

 

from camera view, exams taking hold

and later preferring to travel

 

further and wider, backpacking

across Europe, sleeping in hostels

 

cooling their heels on the InterRail car.

Yet when we travel, we carry

 

the memory of the children

they once were, through city trails

 

across familiar landscapes, the hillsides

the beaches, the hundred acre woods.

 

We hear our children’s laughter

in the grounds of ruined castles

 

running up the steep steps on cliff walks.

Voices shouting over crashing waves.

 

We stand on high bridges

looking down over the edge

 

awed by the sheer drop.

It is as if they have never left us.

 

We are sightseers still.

 

 

http://www.heraldscotland.com/news/15701462.Poem_of_the_Day__Sightseers_by_Rachel_Burns/

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