breathe again

Walking the street

hungry and wanting, something to eat

CZ the country, Jihlava the place

wandering around, as I look in haste

one sign, then another

start thinking, oh brother

what to fill the hunger inside

do we begin the turning, of the tide

A city from the past. But I did not know it. Last time I was there, I was in a group. This time solo, and a man who understood more.

I remember many spoke English, so that was a plus. Wandered around on the bus and tram. Stephensplatz a good stop to depart. Walk from the station, to where, I wasnt sure. I would walk somewhere, sure there was something to find.

Follow some, but nowhere, in particular. The good part of traveling, without a destination, is you can discover so many places along the way.

Lots of people on the beautiful walk. The further I went, there more I found. People wanting to go in the cathedral of saint stephen.

first seen, on the screen so big

were they running scared or the boys did dig

history boys, wandering to and fro

or 28, from the zombies, they go

a December I was in the city of fab four

online scoping what to see galore

listed were many for me to visit

and there is was, the place of requisite

departure, arrival four hours one way

not really accomplished, a visit in a day

book car, right hand stick, not best of joy

roundabouts to the left, did not destroy

arrival at one, left plenty of time

I could see so much, before the closing chime

if only I checked December schedule for fri'

but closed it was, aye ya aye

was close but not visit, I have to get back

plan the vacation, that was my knack

ok to ripon, only three miles close

to myself, would be easy, I surly boast

forecast said rain, with added wind

off the footpath, mire had me pinned

another crazy adventure, anticipated not quite

hat off for selfie, I didn't see its flight.

finally in, and walk through the arches

rain stopped, then use correct footpath marches

informed early closing, wind tumbled a tree

eighty feet cross the road, back to ripon for me

joy of seeing, this wonderful place

in my mind, a smile on my face

national trust, easy to see why

time to partake, a yorkshire pie

do I dare

enter and walk within the square

so many walking, but going here not there

how many if them, are off me, aware

written as is sit on chair

dinner special, too small to share

Yogi is not, our average bear

he rather have honey, than a succulent pair