Walking day after day, counting memories not miles.

In a land faraway, but not so different from ours.

Soaking up the scenery, savouring every minute, every day,

Never wanting the end, always wishing it away.

The journey, the moment, all that matters right now,

The ghosts of pilgrims’ past, marching with us somehow

Shared memories with friends, met along the way,

A special bond with some, that distance can’t take away.

How lucky are we, who feel the world in this way,With special memories to inspire, and cherish every day.