In My Exchanges Every Land Shall Walk
Morning and afternoon I take my walker,
dodder to my local park,
St Martin’s Gardens,
and sit down by the roses.
Yellow, white and many other colours,
like Joseph’s coat they are glorious.
I glory too and many others do
in this oasis, synthesis of London.
There are familiar faces and we chat,
also chat with strangers,
sometimes in other languages,
for here people come from everywhere
and fellowship is life,
flower life and human forming one.
Dinah Livingstone
