It’s early morning,
Dawn breaking
Silence apart from
Occasional car,
Birds chirping
Parrots screeching
The mist along the creek sits
An ominous sign of the hot day coming.
Out now escaping the coming heat.
Up past the old cemetery
Headstones all facing east
Silent sandstone sentinels of history.
Puffing as heart rate rises
As I view the BIG hill,
Dread in some ways at the climb
Exhilaration in anticipation
Of the buzz later.
Breathing, heavy, laboured
Each step bring me closer
The top looming closer
On top, breathing deep,
Down the hill to the flat.
All the while the morning’s cool crispness
Embraces me, awake to all around me
I love this time of day.
Should I go I further?
Are the legs holding up?
I know when I have walked too far
I get the wanders,
My straight path no more.
Must watch for the rises in the path
Mustn’t trip.
Down the hill home in sight,
Glad to be back, good walk,
Now to dig in the garden,
Unwind amongst the dirt and weeds.
Not too much,
Leave some for tomorrow.
Another morning to rejoice in
Now breakfast.
Morpethroad 
I enjoyed the walk you take us on, Michael. Enjoy your breakfast!
Thank you Gabriella, breakfast was good. Hope your day is going/went well.
when you walk too far you get the wanders…smiles….i love a good hike…i also like cemeteries….i could walk them all day seeing the names….giving them stories….just think downhill on the way back….smiles.
The ‘wanders’ brian is old age. And yes home is down hill and going down hill often hurts more than going up. Thanks for reading and commenting.
What a wonderful goal to accomplish before breakfast. Both getting some exercise and working up an appetite at the same time.
Thank you Mary, it’s such a beautiful time of the day, I do enjoy it. Thank you again for commenting.
AH.. sounds like a wonderful walk.. and before breakfast… if you manage it’s the best way to start a day.
It certainly is Bjorn, thank you for commenting. Our summer mornings are just beautiful to be out in.
Sounds like a peaceful walk. I would have to worry about my legs too.
Thanks Kim,glad you can relate, though I am sure your legs would be ok.
you won me at Cemeteries 🙂 How you enjoy your mornings, how peaceful out walking. Nicely penned my friend..the mist along the creek sits – love that line!
Thanks Jenny, the same mist that tells me we are in for a hot day, so it says many things…and I think I recall your love of cemeteries.
*nods* yes you have
Lovely walking about with you, egoist that I am, can’t wait ’til the weather gets nicer here to do the same thing! Thanks for sharing!
Thanks Georgia I appreciate you coming on the walk with me i enjoyed your company.
Me too, was quite a nice stroll 🙂
I felt every step of your walk. My poor garden is a desert with the exception of one lone tomato plant heavy with fruit. I keep telling myself, winter is coming – get ready for winter crops ~sigh~ and there is always next year.
I am like you Lyn, do a lot of thinking about it, but it am proud of my pedigree weeds.
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Great poem, ambles perfectly just like the walk it describes! 🙂
It’s starts out a walk Helen and ends well and truly an amble….
I admire you for taking that walk, “then” working in the garden. How great to be able to do all that, “then” eat breakfast. That takes practice.
Thanks Patricia I’m working on it.
Walking and digging in the garden on the same day? Now that’s what I call energetic! And time to write too!
Thanks Marina, helps when you don’t have to go to work anymore. And I am determined to keep body and soul together a little longer.
Nice walking with you. 🙂
And I was going to what great company you were too.