Track(tor)
Our feet disappear
In the mud encrusted tracks
Rough
Raised
Low
Hollow
Placing hand against hand we cannot span its width
Made by a machine of power and purpose
Relentlessly resilient, endless toil
Through rain and baking sun
Hardy
Rusted
Loved
Needed
It remains … It always remains ...
Wide and wonderous, forever stamping its presence on the earth.
In the mud encrusted tracks
Rough
Raised
Low
Hollow
Placing hand against hand we cannot span its width
Made by a machine of power and purpose
Relentlessly resilient, endless toil
Through rain and baking sun
Hardy
Rusted
Loved
Needed
It remains … It always remains ...
Wide and wonderous, forever stamping its presence on the earth.
This poem is copyright (©) Rebecca Simpson Hargreaves 2024
About the Writer
Rebecca Simpson Hargreaves
Rebecca Simpson-Hargreaves is a Lecturer in Education at the University of Manchester where she spends time helping teachers get over their fear of poetry. Her ‘In Conversation with..’ teaching poetry webinar can be found on the United Kingdom Literacy Association’s YouTube site and she has written for the Children’s Poetry Summit. Rebecca gets most of her inspiration when walking her dog Apollo in the countryside. She also loves researching weird and historical poetry forms. Her twitter is @RS_Hargreaves.
