Steep Hills -Written March 2025 (Aged 51)

Steep Hills

It is hard going,
I am out walking
across,
and up steep, steep hills;
and I know,
I know how this world feels.
I admit,
it leaves me stumped
and it feels hard edged —
especially,
when we know
we have all been trumped.
I am out walking
across,
and up steep, steep hills;
then,
downhill,
on a freshly greased sledge,
as my dreams look at me,
say,
it’s time for bed,
and with a knowing look
turn in.
Walking,
across steep, steep hills —
and I know,
the nature of the cart
and the shape of its wheels;
and I know,
I know how this life
can feel.

James Garratt – March 2026

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