TRIP TO ELTHAM PALACE POEM 11

One person's home is another person's adventure. A tea room next to a quaint church. A ruined Abbey. A palace tucked away behind a tall wall. One person's life is another person's story. The life of a pastor is only familiar to the pastor. So where will we go next time?

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“Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out. In Paradise there are no stories, because there are no journeys. It's loss and regret and misery and yearning that drive the story forward, along its twisted road.” Margaret Atwood

Contemplation

“Pass the salt and pepper please”,

“Here you go”,

“Thank you”.

We sat and contemplated our bacon,

Swimming in its own grease,

Next to the egg,

You reached over and blotted the grease,

And I knew it was love.

“So where are you going to settle?”

We looked at each other,

After a series of lodgings and hotels,

“We’re thinking of touring Britain.”

Eyebrows raised, smirks abound,

Our lives so entwined already

There was little circumstance

To keep us grounded.

“I thought we would start with the Lakes”, I replied.

“Story is honorable and trustworthy; plot is shifty, and best kept under house arrest.” Stephen King