It's a lazy Sunday morning,
Dew still on the grass,
Standing to one side
To let other walkers pass.
Sun reflecting off the river,
A family of ducks paddle by,
A scene so quiet and peaceful
Under a cloudless blue sky.
Could be out in the country
But it's an inner city walk
A place to experience and enjoy
A place to reflect and talk.
Part of it's the old railway line
That I used to travel on to school
Ripped up for economic reasons
By some shortsighted political fool
.
So roads are jammed with lorries
And they're running out of room
And we're stuck with twin pollutants,
Traffic noise and noxious diesel fume.
They call it the Green Corridor
Appreciated and seldom abused
A not quite bit of wasteland
That seems quite well used.
And, just for a little while today
I can walk these river banks
Breathe clean fresh air
And in my heart give thanks
For the Mallards on the water,
The Skylark high up over there
Sweetly singing seemingly
Without any worry or care.
I love these Sunday morning walks
They bring some of the peace I seek
Help me settle my mind and prepare
For the next mindless week.
I think the world is going crazy
War, violence, planetary rape:
My weekly inner city country walk
For a while helps me escape.
A loved one by my side,
Cool drinks carried on my back,
So much quiet and tranquillity
On this once railway track.
A step back in time, maybe,
Before it was an industrial scene,
Now this inner City walk
Is lush and cool and green.
