I wake up, to converse with my feet,
asking them, “where should we go?”
They reply so enthusiastically,
“up the hill, we shall stroll!”
So readily clothed, for the clime,
I shall climb, with a joyous manner,
though before we ascend, I need some time,
to see a familiar place of glamour.
I need to see, the Sconce again,
to ensure that there’s still no war,
gladly, the answer I get is no pain,
but something, I adore.
The congregation; of man and dog,
makes a very happy scene,
thus, a contented image is logged,
stoking some warmth in me.
“Hey! Stop stalling you, we’ve got to rise!”
My hungry feet exclaim,
“Alright! Let us reach for the prize!”
I respond, to put them in the frame.
Through a concrete forest we pass,
crossing over Sleaford road,
then before us, we see our task,
it’s our energy’s time, to unload.
The steepness, does takes its toll
from the Co-Op, to Cafferata Way,
but I’ll shut up, to know my role,
and that is to simply clamber today.
I pretend, that I am at Scafell Pike,
to create a tone, that’s grander,
but with the ease; the others pedal their bikes,
I should stop with such slander.
Finally, the road flattens out,
I look for a welcome bench,
but no such luck, I shall remain stout,
by way of my calves being clenched.
“I think you will find a seat in Coddington”
My feet do suggest,
after such a realisation, I gulp the oxygen,
to become more refreshed.
Under the bridge, I hear a rumble,
the A1’s very busy today,
to deliver more of the urban jungle,
so that man can continue to play.
Another mile or so, I wander,
then a chair, I do see,
where I can rest a moment, to ponder,
how long has it been?
I look up at the sign-post,
to see, that my feet were right,
as dear Coddington is my host,
after my Beacon Hill flight.
I look at both my feet and watch,
and I realise; what I’ve got to do,
after another gulp of air is washed,
I start my descent, to continue.
Though my brain; composes my feet’s lament,
it has been a delight to behold,
though the gusts, have not been our friend,
I am far from cold.
Which means I can summarise,
to give you; the moral of this tome,
you know that you’ve had a good walk guys,
when the road signs, guide you home!