Two Wayfarers

I hope we don't fail

to wander together

along the Swale

on a winters day
we'll watch the birds

as we follow the 

old Saxon Shore way

we'll cut through the 

apple orchards

the sky may be moody and grey

but our spirits will

not fray.
We'll share jokes 

and biscuits 

as we go 

You know,

we were always 

going to be friends. 

This ancient path along 

this ancient shore

was meant for 

two wayfaring tramps 

like us.
So let us wander together

whatever the weather,
and who knows

maybe the storm will fade

and the sun will make 

a brief appearance
And as we walk 

you'll ask me a string 

of questions 

like you always do 

and we'll talk about all the 

things that interest me and you 

like old films and birds 

and art and strange words.

But let us 

take the time to 

pause

when we reach the sea wall 

and enjoy those views across 

the saltings and the creek-

Conyer creek; 

we always do seek 

lonely places

empty, wild and free.

I wonder, 

will we make it to Ship Inn

before my ship 

comes in?