Today on my
city park walk
my heels crushed
heather,
City heather,
but heather all the same,
And I
thought of you
In Northern
climes
In olden
times
On mountain
paths
Leading a
group of us
Beyond our
stride,
Daring to
make mountaineers
out of a
bunch of Teens,
All with a crush on you-
Your bow- legs
arching the sky
Hair- sun
burnished
Knight- helmeted
Anorak- armoured
Galahad -clad
Following your
Holy Grail.
Copyright with CathyLeonard 2018
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