Just A Walk Poem by Bob Gibson

I see her in the distance pink pants, gloves and hat
as I approach I see her smile, we always have a chat
my dog, he is a sniffer, and circles round her knees
his tail is wagging, so she knows he aims to please
she gives a pat and welcomes him, and carry on with our walk
no matter what the weather, we just stroll and talk
we've ambled along the seaside and the fringes of the bush
clambered over open fields where mushrooms are lush
we both extol the beauty, we stop and smell the air
decaying leaves of autumn, sometimes we stand and stare
as sunlight filters through the leaves, russet reds to brown
the carpet on the forest floor, as soft as eiderdown
a bellbird breaks the silence, its clarity so sweet
as a waxeye gently circles around our head and feet
back to the road again I bid my friend adieu
have a lovely day pet! she says the same to you