There are now paths cut
Through these shifting woods
A rickety shed always
For refreshment and ease
And the little dark church
Its grinning animal window
A kindly joke

The river runs down
Noisy, burgeoning and small
Into the vast flat dark sea
The path goes on down and past
To the far west

Time to go back
And walk the paths again
Greeting your fellow travellers
Good morning, good afternoon, good luck
And how far is it you have come
Today?