I'm off
With my poles
For a walk
And a think;
With a bottle
Of water
For these lips
To drink,
I'll gather new thoughts
For this old brain
To link
To the people I pass
And the wonders
That wink
At my deep contemplation;
I'll treasure each link
In the chain of my think,
I'll sweat with the small stuff
And feel my cares
Shrink!
Edie Batstone
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