I Dream of Dorking

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 ~