Walks. Poem by dave lessard

I never tire of my walks,
fresh air, blue skies and sun;
refreshment of the mind,
elation when I'm done.
The hills, the wind, the views,
rejuvenate my soul;
invigorate my body,
it's part of all the whole.
Pleasure in the morning breeze,
that you'll not find at home;
it's only in the open space,
where Jax and I do roam.
My twenty pound companion,
of merry, furry glee;
his little form just bounces,
as he walks ahead of me.
I'm at peace with life and limb,
happy with the things that are;
trekking under cloudless skies,
following the morning star.