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Against the back drop of green leaf copses, dulcet bird chirp, and pavement fountains, 
that dawning from the azure blue sky a silken whisper, 
to follow street signs on my route to work with ample gusto and much verve,
each metal
 pointer to destination a micro mirror on its surround, 
stoic indicator of direction, that upright unique urban compass,
clustered by  behemoth scenic grandeur at its mint spring zenith,
and surging throngs who sashay in brisk step patterns so diverse yet firmly focussed, 
as I am whilst counting on that reference point, that fixed point usher, 
that loyal friend at each crossroad safe in the knowledge of arrival, 
and in equal measure a gainful day’s heroic toil in bright prospect,
how symbolic are these pathway guide rails to one who warms to flagship growth,
in its august transit on foot slog pitfall strewn road of expertism,
pole mounted emblems, silent sentry solid, detail for me on daily passage.
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