Here comes Margaret, it is nearly four Takes her all day, to get out of doors Makes it to the park A few hundred yards And back again, slowly, within the hour.
As she returns, Roger sets off Carrying a note book And wearing a cagoule mac A five mile walk, twice a day And factual writing recording his stay.
Wind direction, southerly, position of the sun Underfoot weather conditions A man on the run Ducks on the pond,birds in the trees How wonderful it is and all free.
Mary has a black car and rarely walks Since losing her husband she rarely talks The pavements are a sadness Carrying memories of happy times Walking together on Sunday afternoons
Pat goes, gently, her knees are bad Many operations has got her this far Stoic disposition she loves the flowers Looks at the gardens for many an hour.
Walkers of the roadway, kindly, unite Giving to each other love and insight.