The Walkers
Hats and joggers, glasses too
The walkers they number one and two
Along a river clear and clean
Many of them can be seen
Some with a dog or perhaps a stick
Lots walk slowly, others quick
Each has a purpose of their own
That brings them out from hearth and home
Lost in thought one may be
While another smiles for all to see
And as they walk along the track
Some look forward others back
For sights and sounds are all around
The sound of birds it does abound
I hope as you walked you enjoyed your day
And will return longer to stay
To rest upon seats scattered there
Where the river is most fair.