A Morning Run. - Poem by Michael Walker
I was given some hurry-up by some women on a power walk,
having to sprint ahead of them to save face; gliding easily
down Golf Road that bisects the Titirangi Course I thought,
'I never made much progress in that pedestrian game- too slow.
'All The Road Running', by Mark Knopfler was on my mind
when a man stopped his car to ask the way to the clubhouse;
it was a pleasant pause on the run and so was the greeting
by an elderly man in a suit walking, he said, 'to do shopping'.
Further on another man was intently watching a demolition site.
I noticed his suntan: 'He was probably a builder in another life'.
After that it was all uphill, passing a new retirement village,
which I wanted to keep out of: I never slowed down to a walk.
I strode along a flat easy street to the front door latch,
breathless, but pleased when I glanced at the stop watch.
- 2012. Revised 25 November,2015.
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