They had to be walked.
The sky burst open in a shower
and angry lightening all about.
They had to be walked.
I had a drink for courage
and what the hell if I die
struck by a bolt of nature.
They had to be walked.
We went forth and waded
ankle deep in a flowing
creek in the hood and
I listened to the 1812 Overture
by Tchaikovsky.
I had to write this poem.
The music demanded it!