Walking with friends: a poem
- dianeneilson
- Jan 29, 2023
- 1 min read
Updated: Apr 14
Walking with friends
The usual trails, mist hanging in the air
Views hidden, cloud descending to surround us
Goes unnoticed
We talk as we walk
Through grass and mud, over field and stile
Months of memories and news to share
The light fades
Mud becomes tarmac
The pub is in sight and warmth awaits us
Good food, a roaring fire, glasses raised
Why do we leave it so long?
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