A Totnes Poem
by Matt Harvey
This is the place
Totnes, Transition Town astride the Dart,
we’re twinned with Vire, and Narnia. And Sirius.
A confluence of head and hand and heart
that draws the questing and the curious.
Up from the Plains, through East Gate Arch, the climb
Is steeped in story, layered over time.
The present and the past run parallel:
rood screen, gargoyle, photovoltaic cell,
our shops organic, homegrown, fairly traded
busker-beguiled and seagull-serenaded.
And if you’re lost, don’t worry, help is near.
Ask anyone, they’ll tell you: YOU ARE HERE