Hour Six

Moving

This year, we have been unable to move,
To travel, explore, visit friends and family,
Stick to your own back yard, we are told,
Stay home, stay local, stay safe.

But, get outside, we’re also told,
Exercise, enjoy the fresh air,
So down to the seafront, I wander,
For a stroll or amble, or meander.

Sometimes a fast pace,
Marching along the promenade,
Sometimes slow, to admire the scenery,
Watching the tide draw in, or out.

As the sea breeze picks up,
I pass pier and bandstand,
Families and lone joggers,
Enjoying the evening air.

In this seaside town, I’m glad to call home,
I’ll just keep putting one step
In front of the other,
Till I reach my journey’s end.

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