Walking reflections - a poem

On a blustery Saturday morning in early September, I
Set off for a brisk, yet meandering, walk with my dog
With a watchful eye on the clouds scudding across the sky
What a word - scudding! Its poetic, literary meaning
Lost me in thought, as the clouds continued to multiply


On a blustery Saturday morning in early September, I
Climbed up towards the iconic church on the hill
Limbs starting to loosen up as we went further high
I love these walks, they're where I do my best thinking 
And here, I’m trying to say why


On a blustery Saturday morning in early September, I
Decided that we’d take the long route along the ridge
With glimpses of the new cycle path through the hedgerows close by
Which were laden with luscious autumn berries
I decided that I’d like to make a blackberry and apple pie


On a blustery Saturday morning in early September, I
Thought of everyday things, as well as reflecting back on the week past
A mixed few days, with a few scatchy moments, I have to testify
I’ve been doing too much and I need to pace myself
As I stopped to pick berries, I let my reflections intensify


On a blustery Saturday morning in early September, I
Then settled my thinking into the rhythm of the walk, it felt good
Hoping we’d reach home whilst it was still dry
I refined my plans and gained more balanced perspectives
Will I stick to my resolutions? I’ll certainly try…

Post Script
Driving home on the M5 today
I saw a magnificent rainbow
It spanned the entire motorway
I marvelled as I drove through
A multi-coloured bridge, you could say.

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