Walking Poem by Hazel Connelly

Walking on a cold frosty morn
Gloves and scarf on me adorn.

Walking in the crisp fresh snow
Making my nose all aglow.

Walking up in the hills
Waterproofs on, to keep out the chills.

Walking down in the dales
Up in the sky see all the contrails.

Walking down along the field
Looking at what it has to yield.

Walking in the summer sun
When the day is nearly done.

Walking down the stony lane
Writing keeps me quite sane.

Walking shoes, boots and feet
All traipsing down the street.

Walking along full of emotion
Scribbling with a vague notion.

Walking in the evening shade
Watching daylight start to fade.