The Walkers

by Libby
(York, North Yorkshire, UK)

I just jumped up from my desk

As I heard a strange clacking sound

Seemed like heavy rain drops

But it was the walkers going past

Click, click, tap, tap, click

Their poles hit the street.




Every Wednesday we see them

As they stride out together

Five female friends

On a weekly adventure

They never miss

They think of it all week.




The poles give them strength

The walk unites them in rhythm

Their longed for escape

From the noise and nonsense of their lives

I hear their faint chattering now

As they disappear from my view.