My husband and I walk
Through the woods.
He is up ahead
Sturdy and swarthy
He breaks the trail for me
Looking back
Every so often
To be sure
I am safe.
A protective knight
To this old lady
He treats like a princess.
He is fast.
I am slow.
He sees the path.
I see the trees.
The air is crisp
At minus 26 and
The trees creak and sway
In their places.
We are going on
Ten years
This spring
And life before him
Seems like a dream.
This is me getting ready for our walk in the -26 Celsius weather here in Canada!
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Love your poem and the pictures Sharilee. The thoughts in your poem bring wonderful contentment to my heart.
ReplyDeleteBev, I am so glad it brought you contentment! I know you have some wonderful walks where you are, too. Have a wonderful night!
DeleteIt might be a tad cold for this old man and his old bones, but the scenery is lovely and a younger Bill would have walked with you.
ReplyDeleteBill, you are so kind! The weather is not so bad when you get on a thick pair of snow pants and mega-sized boots. Have a wonderful night!
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