The road, the bridge, the stream,
the school itself, all seem smaller
than they did before way back
then in nineteen seventy-four
or is it I who am diminished
by the passing of the years?
Ah, yes, crossing the bridge
to enter the school at eight
then leaving again at four
in those adolescent days
now such distant memories
though this scene recurs
to haunt me in my dreams
when past and present fuse
as I stand alone on this bridge
watching the waters below.
Generations of schoolboys
have trod this familiar path
and grown old as I have done
yet this same stream will flow
ever onwards and onwards
oblivious to all who pass
long after I am dead and gone.
~Ian Fletcher
Cardiff, Wales
Indian Periodical
Indian Periodical
Ah the Joy of Memorable Educational Travel.
Love that Ian it paints the past.
Cheers, Joe!
Nature has its incredible power of existence always remaining enigmatic to the humankind!
We change quite often like the garbs we wear to suit the occasions, but nature is special, strange, and different only to present itself as one single mega entity never changing – its identity remaining always as before in its pristine quality!