The Poetic Road - a video by Martin Binnington

The Path

by Alan Bold...

There is a path around a mile and a half from my house, which the local council commissioned a poet to write a poem on.

This video shows that poem. (The words are clarified underneath, as I realise that due to sunshine and shade, some of the words aren't clear)

“The Path” by Alan Bold

Watch where you are going,

These words you see are only growing,

You hop skip or jump into the game of life or death.

You look this way or that

Or wander from the given path

You can be almost an angel

Or purely a devil

You can give out warmth or embody cold evil

You can walk with your neighbour

Or run on ahead,

You can lie in your teeth

Or mean what you said,

This earth moves you through dark days and bright nights,

As you stand still on one of the sun’s satellites,

In perpetual motion,

Through space you spin round,

You can feel the emotion,

With your feet on the ground.

So though you are rooted,

You can never stand still

You can make this your heaven,

You can let it be hell,

Be it fair or bitter cold,

This is true.