The beauty of a frosty morn,
Pale sunlight peeping through the trees .
We wrap up warm with gloves and hats -
Necessities on days like these.
We walk on crunchy spears of grass,
Still frozen, out of the sunshine's glow.
Our dog is bounding far ahead -
We've still a field ot two to go.
The small drifts on the icy air
Of fragrant coffee, bacon, toast.
We hurry up, quicken our stride
To reach the cafe on the coast.
We're welcomed in, the dog comes too,
Tuck in to plates of steaming food
(A sausage for our hungry dog)
This breakfast tastes so very good.
It gives us fuel for our return.
Why does the walk home seem like miles?
We march in happy harmony
Across the fields, crossing the stiles.
Our dog is tiring now, poor thing,
He's older, he has aches and pains
We all slow down, it's not far now,
Walk down the road, back home again.
Used by permission of the author's brother.
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