by avi

h I can't remember my password to my blogger account (I saved it on my laptop but Im not at halls so dont have it at the mo). I found a poem on some website which kinda reminded me about what we were talking about today (mainly due to it's constant mention of wandering).

Replace the word 'he' with 'she' and I think it works quite well for our piece.

It's by James B.V. Thomson.

He came to the desert of London town
Gray miles long;
He wandered up and he wandered down,
Singing a quiet song.

He came to the desert of London town,
Mirk miles broad;
He wandered up and he wandered down,
Ever alone with God.

There were thousands and thousands of human kind
In this desert of brick and stone;
But some were deaf and some were blind,
And he was there alone.

At length the good hour came; he died
As he had lived, alone.
He was not missed from the desert wide;
Perhaps he was found at the throne.