On My Walk This Morning

  

On my walk this morning, 

What did I see,

A field full of geese,

Sunshine shining through the clouds 

And the breeze blowing through the trees.

Well kept borders of colourful flowers,

Steps with pots of colours,

Petunias, begonias, geraniums and more

Sunflowers soaring towards the skies, plates of yellow

Nodding at me, saying, "Summer's here but not for much longer."

In my ears, songs play...egging me along, making my walk easier.

Songs that remind me of people, that I have left behind

Songs that remind me of a time past

Memories that never seem to fade

Echobelly reminds me of Billy, who introduced them to me

Duffy of Matty and a time of madness, so mad but painfully sweet,

Zee Avi takes me home, to my brother who first posted one of her songs on FB

In the distance I see cars, the Highway 7, 6 lanes of rushour traffic

I hear not the noise they make for the music in my ears

I spot a bird or two, diving in and out of bushes, and think, maybe, stop the music

Listen to the birdsong, birdsong that wakes me at 4 am!

Construction workers, working on condos, 

A huge hole dug in the ground

Where once there was a green field, wildflowers and life abound

Do we really need another block of concrete and glass

They are mushrooming all around

I see the houses around, detached, semis, townhouses

Row after row, I look up and wonder who lives in them

Are they having a cup of tea?

I see several other walkers, mostly pensioners, at a guess

Having a morning walk with their friends,

Socialising now the days of work are at an end

I stop to cross the streets, a few cars about, some drivers stop for me

Some stop at the stop signs, and stare.....

I hold my head high, stride along without a care

But secretly, it reminds me to hold my abs in...hehehe

Round the blocks I go, my senses alive

The heat of the sun on my skin, the light blinding my eyes

The hues of colour, mainly green..a bit of of the rainbow too,

From the sun shining through the sprinklers that are on

Lacy leaves, full of holes, been the victim of caterpillars or bugs

So pretty, but I don't think the bushes agree as the leaves shrivel and die

The branches all turning brown, as slowly the bush comes to it's own demise

I am glad I went for my walk

I almost did not go

A restless night of sleep and long day ahead

Made me think twice

Instead of the 5072 steps tiring me 

It's woken and refreshed me, for the day

And week ahead......