Pointing my camera half a mile, beyond my garden gate
I found this lonely walker, looking for her mate
It was her dog that ran away, over this distant barrow
Not her husband or her friend, causing her such harrow
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These hills above our valleys, have become a paradise
For walkers young and old, who have taken health advice?
Just an hour for exercise, that’s what they say we need
But on this hill there is a slope, so take the doctors heed
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My Doctor said what I need, is many steps a day
To keep my heart working right, and keeping death at bay
I told her that I do it now, in my home and lounge
I walk between my fridge and chair, isn’t that just sound?
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She didn’t smile or look at me; I thought she wasn’t happy
It was meant as a joke; let’s hope she not to snappy
Finally she turned to me, a grin across her face
Go on home and lock the fridge, and join the hiking race.
