Walking free
In the centre of my city
On such a sunny day
In such an awful week
Is not to be taken lightly or for granted.The freedom to get the bus to town
To buy my lunch
And find a quiet place to eat it
Getting lost in a wonderful book while I do
Not to be taken lightly or for granted at all.Buying a long awaited new record
The day it comes out
Then riding home upstairs on the bus
Free to be full of opinions about all I then see
On such a sunny day
In such an awful week
Is not to be taken lightly or for granted
Not to be taken lightly or for granted at all.
Home now, ready to listen to ‘Different Days’ by The Charlatans and very grateful for this day. Where we all walked around the centre of our city like it was our absolute human right to do so. Walking free.
Wow! This poem says it all. Walking free, indeed.
Thanks Jan, the streets belong to the people who walk them. We are not terrified.
Great set of photos. Now that I live away, I’m becoming more and more appreciative of how much great walking in ‘ordinary’ places Liverpool has to offer. I used to live in Oxford, and that’s the only place that comes close in terms of what it offers in the non-touristy parts.
I think it’s such an important contributor to quality of life, but one which is often being eroded.