From Here To There
A poem about a certain path
Each day I wake
and walk a little further
this path, from here to there.
When I was young
it was more open fields
than path:
I would wander
more in wonder
than with aim.
With the passing years
the path has become
more defined,
deeper, wider,
the grass of my youth
replaced
by the bare earth
of experience.
Occasionally, there are obstacles:
those days where nettles
encroach from all sides
or a landslide gives you
boulders to scramble over.
But generally, these days
the path is worn smooth
and deep
the polished earth
guiding me effortlessly
to the final destination:
just so long,
as it doesn't rain!
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About the Creator
Niall James Bradley
I am a teacher who lives in the north west of England. I write about many subjects, but mainly I write non-fiction about things that interest me, fiction about what comes into my head and poetry about how I feel.
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