Up the Strait and Narrow in Spring (written in Lincoln)

AuburnScribbler

I take big breath when I pass the Kind,

As urban mountain now I climb,

Treading up a slope that is severe,

Leaving modern town for yesteryear,

 

The sites as I walk become more quaint,

But be sure that I do not faint,

For I still have got far to go,

Up unforgiving Strait and Narrow,

 

Past Jew’s Corner I see hand railing,

To act as aid to rid feet’s wailing,

Why not test my might, ignore it,

Take another breath and soar it,

 

My heart for sure will start to pound,

Whilst I step on uneven ground,

Screaming continues from my feet,

Not far now, I am on Wordsworth Street,

 

A further walk of some two hundred yards,

Where I find Lincoln’s best pubs and bars,

Sure after great ascent I sit on bench,

To celebrate with libation to quench,

 

Thirst is over between the two gates,

Now I start to think of short term fate,

That located I am between cross and crown,

What goes up must also come down.

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 10th, 2017 08:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: Whilst I was in Lincoln I decided to write a two part poem about going up and down the famous Strait and Narrow, This is going up it, I hope you enjoy.
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  • willyweed

    what goes up must come down I hate a good hangover! nice work. WW

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed Great write

  • Augustus

    Unlike Cities in the USA those of England have histories of thousands of years. Is the uphill crowd still the wealthy? Sounds like an enjoyable visit. Great write.

  • Emil Cerda

    Yeah



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