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!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2022 11:19
- Comment from author about the poem: This is another “docu-poem”, of another walk of mine, which to be honest, my legs and feet are still feeling. The walk was around six miles, from the Newark Sconce to Coddington, and then back again, but I had to climb up Beacon Hill, which at the time, wasn’t the easiest thing to do. Though, we are still living in rough and frustrating times, a good walk can do wonders, so put your boots on and enjoy. I hope that you enjoy the poem, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
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Loud applause for the docu-poem and the long walk - - those feet deserve a rest methinks when at last Beacon Hill has been done and as your final line states the road signs are guiding you home - so clearly explained I was there.
Thanks for the read Fay, and also for the applause, too kind.
My feet are well rested now, but I think they will want to go somewhere else very soon, thus, I shall brace myself for sure, haha!
I'm glad that you felt as if you were there with me, thanks again, and I hope that all is well.
I really enjoyed your walking poem. It would be so nice to go for tea and scones after that walk. Have a good rest for your feet now.
Thanks for the read Rozina, and you were right, some decent lunch was needed afterwards, and it was a tasty beef and lettuce club sandwich, that was washed down with orange Fanta.
Though on the way back home, I did pass a couple of pubs, and a pint of beer was very tempting indeed, perhaps I will venture in; after the next walk.
My feet are well rested now, thanks again, and I hope that all is well.
I love the conversation you have with your feet, it really brings this poem to life. I put in my 4 miles a day, but you could probably walk circles around me. Kudos to you and your feet for such an engaging read.
Thanks for the read Bella, and I'm glad that enjoyed my surreal conversation with my feet. I'm glad that you are still out and about, it's very important to do so, and hey, walking is a joy that is free of charge, which in this modern world, is a rarity.
Thanks again, and I hope that al is well!
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