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Slow-walking: a poem

Updated: Sep 8

Dedicated to Tilly who shows me a childs-eye-view every time we go for a walk x



At the pace of a child the world slows down

There's no place for worries or even a frown

Just the joy of discovery, wonder and awe

That are lost as we grow to accept the world's flaws

Flaws brought about by our cold human touch

As we side with the monsters and the power they clutch


In the eyes of a child every day is a picture

Every animal, flower and tree makes them richer

A bumble bee searching, a heron in flight

Wild flowers that dance in the morning sunlight

They walk slowly to make sure they don't miss a thing

And absorb all the beauty our great planet brings


With the ears of a child there is no time for thought

Or for chatter or music; just the sounds they have caught

The babble of water that winds through the moss

The low of the cow and the neigh of the horse

The cry of a seagull, the chirp of the cricket

Raindrops on sycamore and a rustle in the thicket


If we all could hold on to the wonder of children

Accepting and loving this world we've been given

We'd walk a bit slower, and look a bit harder

To see, hear and treasure it's art, song and larder

And maybe those monsters could learn from the children

If they did some 'slow-walking' in our garden of Eden

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