Have you heard the silence on my beautiful commute?
Blackfriars on Bankside to Southwark Cathedral
Quiet time - under millenium bridge, the Olympic Poetry now silent. Past the Globe - the whispering water washing against the shore. A dustbin lorry whining in the streets behind the buildings. The tidal Thames talks to the pier as the water rushes to the sea.
Under Southwark Bridge - a siren, a heavy lorry, the noise of traffic soon far away - two people chatter under the arch.
Clink Street - the sound of steel wheels screaming against the track on the bridge far above
"Morning Gents - mine's a muffin" he calls, offering Big Issue and a conversation with everyone who walks by.
Oh, a taxi, slowly turning on the pedestrian path as we approach the Golden Hinde, resting before a pirate scares forty schoolkids with stories from the high seas.
Have you heard the silence of my beautiful commute?
Blackfriars on Bankside to Southwark Cathedral
Quiet time - under millenium bridge, the Olympic Poetry now silent. Past the Globe - the whispering water washing against the shore. A dustbin lorry whining in the streets behind the buildings. The tidal Thames talks to the pier as the water rushes to the sea.
Under Southwark Bridge - a siren, a heavy lorry, the noise of traffic soon far away - two people chatter under the arch.
Clink Street - the sound of steel wheels screaming against the track on the bridge far above
"Morning Gents - mine's a muffin" he calls, offering Big Issue and a conversation with everyone who walks by.
Oh, a taxi, slowly turning on the pedestrian path as we approach the Golden Hinde, resting before a pirate scares forty schoolkids with stories from the high seas.
Have you heard the silence of my beautiful commute?
