Winter Walk & a Poem

Let's hear from Becky Hemsley as we walk around the Racetrack Road loop.

“She was not the type of girl

To summon up the dark

To sit amongst the dead of night

And never crave its spark

Instead she danced on comets,

Used the stars as stepping stones

She rode on beams of moonlight

And she called the sun her home

But if you looked beyond her rays

So warm and fiery bright

Then you’d have seen the shadows

That had led her to the light

Because beneath each moonbeam,

Every comet, each sunrise

Was the darkness that had once collapsed

The stars within her eyes

Her heart had once been frozen

And her shine had been eclipsed

But she’d made it through the darkness

Very slowly, bit by bit

Then she’d watched the world around her,

Saw what sadness lay behind it

And so she chose to be the light

For those who couldn’t find it

So yes, they saw her sunshine,

Saw her sparkle, saw her glow

They recognised her heart of gold

But what they didn’t know

Was that it wasn’t easy

And she’d only found the light

Because once she’d only known too well

How dark it gets at night