A stumpy signpost points the way
Where it has stood throughout the days
The road to reach is broad and fair
But things get bumpier from there
The signpost arms – all scarred by strife
Read Sorrow, Memory and Life
And as I stand afraid and weak
A voice I love inside me speaks
“Be brave” it says, “walk straight ahead
Let in the light, you are not dead.”
And as I walk the windy ridge
My mind turns to that final bridge
There kindly fate shows me a gate
Whereat he and the dogs all wait
One of the poems you will find in In Verse, a new collection of poems by Jane Jago and E.M. Swift-Hook.
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