Walk In The Park by Lynn White


It was to be a long walk
over untrodden ground,
untrodden by me, that is.
My town trilby
would do
as a sun hat
to shield me from the heat.
My boots would cope with
any mud remaining from the
past deluge
and I had purchased a map
and compass.
Just through the park
with the river running by
and the children splashing
about in the shallow water.
Then across the field full of daisies
and over the stile on to the fells.
I could see some tiny figures
of well practiced walkers
already up there.
I should have set out earlier.
I should have worn my boots in
for a little longer,
they already felt
like they were
rubbing holes
in my feet.
And I was already overheating.
Perhaps I should try again
I would set out earlier.
Perhaps I should abandon my plan
and my boots and map and
town hat
and sit in that patch of shade
and show those children how
to make daisy chains.
that’s a good idea!

© 2019 Lynn White


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Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Vagabond Press, Light Journal and So It Goes Journal.

Find Lynn at: lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com


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