Whenever I'm out, I always look round,
Viewing the scenery, catching each sound,
Noting what's different, what's still the same,
Noting the buildings and every street name.
I'm ever aware of the places I go,
Whether my footsteps are rapid or slow;
My eyes are like cameras, as they record,
All things which into my clear sight have soared.
For if somewhere's familiar and I know its ways
Its people and landmarks are not just a haze,
I feel so much safer when walking along,
A street where my knowledge makes me feel I belong.,
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