Gower Walking Festival
a summer that said what a summer it was
that stepped in the ways the days unfolded
down all the conversations brindled of
trees and bays and skies and breezes
smiles as wide as the shift of an horizon
muscles as weary as the days were long
the garnered feasts as plentiful as the
maturing of a harvest of adventures
un-aged un-staged un-expectedly just so
for it was you know that you know how it was
and yes how it will be on the other side of winter
when boots are dusted and maps unfurled
and butterflies settle upon a new path
as a new summer befriends us once again
and off we go on that first step no after you
my friend my dear old pal
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