Walking

I heard walking is the best medicine,

that it helps to relieve mental tension;

so said someone keen to perambulate,

it’s like a romance, refreshing and great.

 

An uplifting obsession, I’m hooked;

everywhere I go I travel by foot,

atop the hills admiring locations,

it’s tricky to suppress fresh sensations.

 

Intoxicated by sights, sounds and smells,

my mind is alive, signalling like bells

the music of nature, verdant existence;

a cure for battle-wearied resistance.

 

I can’t get enough of it, it would seem,

energising the body, stretching dreams;

I heard walking is the best medicine,

that it helps to relieve mental tension.

 

“A turn or two I’ll walk, to still my beating mind” (William Shakespeare,  The Tempest)

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