An old ruin of a house that I passed along the cycle track the other day. The cycle track used to be a railway line back in the 60’s and now cyclists get to use it..
Running into the distance is
a journey unfolding.
Like the film on a camera reel
Each picture adding its own
tint to the masterpiece.
For each generation has to make
their own stamp in this world.
A uniqueness that each person brings to the table.
Shining their own spark of light
amongst the shadows.
That sometimes may feel ever surrounding.
But even then the light still shines bright,
With others twinkling alongside.
By Carole Farish © September 2009