I have a dream that one day I will go Ragged Rambling in Dorking. I have a picture of Dorking in my mind that no amount of cynicism can erode. It is a wonderful place full of friendly people and single decker green buses with leather seats. How do I know this? Well, when I was a little boy, growing up in the east of London, I had a tiny toy bus and on the front of it was written, 'Dorking'. Playing with the bus in a sun-streaked dusty corner I knew then that Dorking was a special place - a place of dreams. One day soon I hope to visit there and savour the wonder therein. Until then I find myself moved to write this poem...
Up on Box Hill
clouds suspended
whilst time reclines,
standing still
To the south,
the Mole Valley wending a way
and soon I'll be walking
through the streets of Dorking
Those sun splashed streets
where once upon a day dreaming
I was a boy lost in play
with a green toy bus,
labelled destination, 'Dorking'
~ Munro Tweeder-Harris Esq ~
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