Beth put up a post yesterday about the joys of walking, not just the health benefits but what you come across on the way.
Here are some of the things I came across:
water tumbling over stones
a brindled dog all skin and bones
frogs jamming in baritone
the bumblebees’ gingery drone
horses cantering on their own
one jet black, the others roan,
sad girl sitting all alone
hunched over her mobile phone
John Malone 
Walking on sunshine ☀️
all the way home 🏡 😎
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totally, David — until I came across sobbing girl hunched over her phone: there’s a tale there , David 🙂
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You are a poetic empath, John 😢
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thank you, David; would love to know her story: probably the age old one of being abandoned for another 😦
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Write another poem on the sobbing girl John ! It will be quite interesting! The scenery is beautiful 👍🤝
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thank you; I really want to but the Muse is not as helpful as she sometimes is 😦
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A gentle tale of a gentle walk. Loved it John.
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much appreciated, Hobbo 🙂 the last two lines about the sobbing girl is a short story BEGGING to be written 🙂
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Sounds like it!😊
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each such a powerful encounter
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glad you like it, Beth 🙂
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BTW I really liked the last two lines of the poem: sad girl sitting all alone
hunched over her mobile phone
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hey! good to get a new reader; glad you like those last two lines: I could have made more of them but they are a prompt for anyone to take up 🙂
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just hopped across and had a look; you need to put up a post for me to comment ; when you do, let me know 🙂
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A lot of drama in that walk. Sounds like a park in Philly I used to frequent.
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🙂 thanks, Mark : coming across that sobbing teenager made me think: I wonder what that text says she’s reading 🙂
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Yes, and how she interprets it. It’s very disturbing to see someone cry in public.
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There’s nothing I like more then a meandering walk. Love this.
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thanks, Bob; you come across so much: great for writing 🙂
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Love how you did this, John. A list of things noticed. I might have to give this a try!
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each impression could be expanded just a little into haiku, esp the last one : the sobbing girl 🙂
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lovely! I really enjoyed this.
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it’s an actual rewrite of a much earlier one, but this offers more; thanks 🙂
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Amazing how you made a fantastic poem from a simple walk. Reading the comments we all wait for the story of the sad girl.
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thanks, Ulle: just a series of sharp impressions 🙂 I have a feeling we shall hear more of that sad girl down the line 🙂
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Waiting for the texting tone; not knowing that her phones in roam.
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I like that 🙂
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Really lovely, all of it, including the sad girl.
C’est la vie.
eden
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thanks, Eden; the sad girl is a haunting image; I don’t know what to do with her 😦
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