London Loop stage 3. Petts Wood to West Wickham

Wilberforce Oak

When we have talked and planned,

taken the train with laced boots,

guide books, food for the journey.

When we have found the path,

through woods, rough fields, sometimes

mistaken in the way, watching for

signs. Splashing through mud

we will see the high point, up

a long hill between fences.

To stop at the summit, breathing

at Kent to the south, sharing smiles.

Maybe then we too, in the touch

of a friend, will find a fulcrum

and move the world.