What is it with the walking shoe
That takes us out with friends to view
The season’s ever changing hue.
Thursdays see us come together
Turning out despite the weather
To walk on by the gorse and heather.
A different walk to tread each week
Another route by which we seek
The climbs, the dips, the hilltop peak.
We stay compact, a close knit band
The leader with his map to hand
Focused on a route well planned.
We go as one, beyond the rises
To see the landscape’s many guises
And wonder yet at its surprises.
Round or portly, thin or tall
Stout or sturdy, slim or small
Whatever shape, we are ramblers all.
Roger Lee
