In Search Of Albion: A Poem by Pete Marshall

In Search of Albion

I wandered down a beaten track

That led to paths no longer seen

Where once we walked in years gone by

But covered now by fallen leaves

The ancient paths can still be found

Beneath the concrete thoroughfares

Where rowan grows by roadside cafes

And thrushes sing in Autumn air

The frogs will always find their home

Where once the streams ran wild and free

Beneath this land of brick and steel

Where people fought to own our green

The signs are there on roadside names

That tell of tales from long ago

But life is led at such a pace

The past has gone before we know

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History is all around us but in our fast lives do we ever stop to notice? The UK is steeped in history, our street names, pub signs, the list is endless.....perhaps, just once, we should stop and pause for a few moments and wonder where we are and what it was once like....

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