The stagecoach racing through snow and rain.
The Pony Express with flowing mane.
The telegraph poles raised high,
Post boxes forged,
Proud and defiant.
The signallers’ lamp across the harbour
The carrier pigeon over Ypres and Flanders.
Beacons on coasts and bells in belfries,
Stopping invasions, heralding truces.
The telephone wire
That carried her sighs
That called in the wind
Which hung in sorrow.
Tapping on bars, knocking on walls
Soul mates, prison-mates
Night trains and airplanes
Juggernauts and vans.
Doing the rounds
Letters in hand.
Snail mail, email
Twitter and text
Heaven knows what will come next.
These are the ways we have passed on messages.
The technology and devices.
But they all begin
With you and I
For more about National Poetry Day 2016 click here: http://poetrysociety.org.uk/projects/national-poetry-day/