We drove on ribbons of roads.
Across the land to bring you home.
Witnessed tender leaved fields
Grow into rugged ramparts
Built on craggy castles;
Time has changed you,
Like the sea changes the shore.
Making good the jagged edges of creation,
Rounding you off into a separate whole.
You stand alone.
And I am proud, so proud of you, my son.
(Journey from Norwich to Sheffield to pick up our son, after 4 years at Sheffield University.)