The Call of El Camino

When boots sit there, expectant,
And the backpack, empty, waits,
The passport in its ‘safe place’
And the world beyond the gates.

When the way calls out to meet you,
With the friends there to be made,
Do we wait because we’re busy?
Do we sit at home, afraid?

For had our feet not walked there
And had our eyes not seen,
We forever would have wondered
About what might have been.

The advice that you already know?
When El Camino calls you, go!


This poem is for Kathryn, Geoff, Anna, Peter, Peter, Julie, Maddie, Mandy, Jörg, Harald, Nicole, Alice, Lucy, Sandip, Jane, Lars, Andreas, Daniel, Tessa and all of the peregrinos who lit my way xxx

9 thoughts on “The Call of El Camino

  1. ivors20 says:

    Your poetry is very good, and I adored this one. As I self associate myself here. Hopefully I’m off on my first big adventure overseas to America next year, away from my hometown where I’ve lived forever….

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