FAIR WELBECK STREET, in all your brutalist majesty, Balanced & bold against the massive London sky, Teetering house of cards, it would be such a travesty To bring the barrier down, and say goodbye. In your storey-stacked style, you seem to call To days when we were young, shook hands, dreamed dreams Of progress, motion,Continue reading “Fair Welbeck Street”
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or haveContinue reading “Byron”
Your mind is a garden your thoughts are the trees you can grow flowers or you can grow weeds Looking for more inspiration try Hostel Life or a quote from Byron.
I can take absolutely no credit for the following poem. I once read it in the book Kiwi Tracks and it has been with me ever since. Cathy does an excellent job of summarising the best and worst parts of staying in a hostel in a humorous way. I am sure some of you travellersContinue reading “Hostel Life”