Writings and Witterings

Hill Walk


The kit he’s got is sparse,
the hill walk is a farce,
he has no fleece,
no sturdy boots,
has not checked the weather,
doesn’t know the route,
we all walk together,
with the new recruits,
experienced walkers
guide the less astute.

And that woman,
Wendy, with pumps,
skinny T-shirt,
goosey goose bumps,
her with the bloke who has no map,
no SatNav, no wit, no mental sap,
she tries her phone
where no signal can reach,
clearly thinks she’s
on the beach.

I have walking boots, fleece and map,
my SatNav, Kendal Cake, haversack,
I’m equipped for whatever occurs
as we walk on up I overhear
him ask the walk leader,
‘How long will we be?’
‘cos his mum’s expecting
him back for tea,
and besides
Wendy’s feet are killing.
There’s reliance on those
who are willing
to carry them up the hill.

Polly Stretton © 2016


6 thoughts on “Hill Walk

  1. Alas, alack… there always seems to be one or two in the crowd. Well done Polly! 😀


  2. BTW, love the sunflower!

    Liked by 1 person

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