The colors of fall have not come to this land,
Teasing cool nights fill with anticipation,
Warm not hot afternoons now rule,
Guess that's the weather's own creation.


Still a walk is pleasant stuff,
It's when you see kiddos after school,
And folks walking doggies little and big,
Supper smells cause a walker to drool.


In the morning it's so nice and quiet,
Most everyone's gone out to work,
But in the afternoon, you can stroll, take your time.
Not a thought about exercise shirk.


On a warm afternoon, you meet new faces,
Just out enjoying the sun.
Winter's coming soon to all of our places,
And gone will be walking's fun.



 

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)

 

 

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