A stroll on a forgotten track
Finally, after 12 years I walked the track where
my dog and I so often trod she was hunting rabbits
and got quite hot but we cooled off at a little man-made
dam which now has been fenced in, in the middle
of nowhere someone has stated their property rights.
The dog died I bought a motorbike and got lazy
illness stopped me for a bit; I felt alone walking
There without my dog.
How great it was to walk and not be reminded of
my age and treated like an invalid, and now I feel
the good tiredness doing something to be proud of