Often a step to worlds that change
some you may know and some are strange
but the adventure of the unknown and what lies beyond
is all part of a walk of which I’m fond
a hundred times you may walk a path
along with friends and have a laugh
but there’s always something that’s new you’ll see
that interests the like of you and me
it’s something to talk about as you wend your way
and take in the wonders you’ll see this day
till you pause a while and silent fall
to identify a creatures call
but the pause now tunes your ear to sound
to whispering trees are all around
a rustle in the undergrowth or fallen leaves
as nothings seen and our thought perceives
was it just the wind or an animals track
as you set off again with a quick look back
a new stile awaits an all may change again
but its the country walk that will keep you sane

poem by ironmonger