If I could make a map
Of all the places I have been
And colour the most visited
A vivid shade of green
Our house would be a jungle
My office emerald sea
My Mum's a wood in summer
Sainsbury's a squashed pea
But also on the map
Would be colours fading fast
Corners that were once much loved
Now firmly in my past
These are all the places
I will never stand again
Familiar houses, shops and streets
Now only in my brain
Some are lost forever
Torn down or left to rot
Or residents I knew replaced
By others I do not
The swing in Oma's garden
Where many hours I spent
Long rusted then paved over
For a new development
My Nanna's tiny kitchen
Formica, cork and glass
Someone else now washing up
Since my Nanna passed
Every school and college
Here and overseas
Classrooms, halls and playgrounds
Now distant memories
The playhouse in our garden
Our little home outdoors
Demolished once the roof blew off
And ivy grew up through the floors
My old Guide hut, my drama club
All those dank church halls
I have no reason, now I'm grown
To visit them at all
In every place I linger
I try to leave a sign
A note, a date, a word or two
A mark in space and time
So though it makes my wistful
To recall my haunts of youth
It helps to know that "I woz there"
And left a little proof.
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