I have come to new lands, new towns, this new city, <br />I have lived an experience that I like to think is new <br />And though this spirit here it misses what was pretty <br />I find rich repose in these rugged streets so true. <br /> <br />The ravenous Celtic beast brought shiny apartments; glamour. <br />While the Welsh streets still have cracks, winding alleys. <br />The former I don't wish to sell or put under the hammer <br />But the winding sloping streets clop with a lilting cacophony. <br /> <br />The importance of this sound I will carry with me <br />When I return home with fresh eyes, soulful feet <br />Walking the paved bleached pathways straight as geometry <br />Noticing the different echo, the different faces that I meet.<br /><br />Seán O Muiríosa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-sound/
