Every garden needs a journey,

I have heard it said.

So, I lugged my paving slabs,

Zigzagging them, crazily, across the lawn,

Placing them carefully so as to coincide

With where the grass was unevenly worn.

I’m not Alan Titchmarsh,

But I could always pretend,

As I lay those flagstones, step by step,

Towards the rockery at journey’s end.

 

Every life should have a journey, too.

So, where are we going to, me and you?

Are we stumbling, meandering, or striding along,

Enjoying all the flowers which we walk among,

Shared in visits from our many friends?

A journey taken, step by step,

Towards the rockery at the end.