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The A55 to North Wales

September 17, 2007

To you it was a road, a thin red line
in an atlas, junctions to be noted,
their numbers told.

My knees were spread with maps,
my eyes were counting exits.
But my mind was charting

startling openings of sea,
mountain shoulders shrugging off
great clouds of white, silvered

by the western light,
and in their thousands, ox-eye daisies,
in drifts like snow on verges,

spikes of purple orchid sudden
in between. And I have learned to

recognise terrain by living things,
steer by the seasons and the light.

by Gill McEvoy

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  1. September 18, 2007 at 12:59 pm

    Beautiful. I love the second stanza especially, as it flows over into the third.

  2. afriendinwheeldoncopse
    September 19, 2007 at 1:25 pm

    A deceptively simple but very effective poem. You have caught not only the A55 but also the sense that the landscape is the map that matters. How often we see the countryside as nothing more than a road map these days and miss what is there…

  3. October 5, 2007 at 4:10 am

    Excellent. And my kind of navigation too!

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