This blog missed National Poetry Day, but I think it might have been on that day that something half heard on the radio stuck in my mind. Someone was reading what he described as a popular poem which went like this:
When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone
Of course it is Oscar Hammerstein's lyric from the 1945 musical Carousel, recorded hundreds if not thousands of times since then by too many great musicians to list but including Judy Garland, Doris Day, Bob Dylan, Jerry and the Pacemakers and Elvis Presley and adopted as an anthem by Liverpool FC supporters. For this blog however, it is a beautiful poem: short, succinct, totally accessible, evocative in so many personal ways and suprising in its familiarity. A fine uplifting final reading.