Walking, as I do,
along narrow country lanes,
I meet but a few,
people; dog-walkers,
horse-riders, pram-pushers,
field-workers, car-drivers (fleetingly),
ramblers, gamblers (sheep),
and nibblers (cows ‘and’ sheep),
not many of any,
and not all at once,
but spaced out,
on a natural high from the clean, fresh air
of a Sunday morning.
