This place...

This place is meant for walking...

Was seen by the starry-eyed,

Is home to poets, philosophers & gentle spirits.

Waits patiently to see us,

Lays quietly beneath us,

The very life within us.

The centre of it all.

The gathering place.

For holding days with joy,

And un-handing days of loss, and pain.

We're all in this place,

it was made for walking...

Mostly with heads held high,

we can point to the sky and say;

'I was here when...'

and 'they were there, then...'

It's this place that keeps us here,

Makes us near,

This place is the Gathering, the Happening,

The Home, the Mother,

the Round Hill,

The Orchid, and the Memory.

The Harmony, and the Tragedy.

This place is all my people.

And all of us are,

This Place.

Shell xx