walking the coastal path with a pair of nail scissors
I'm off to walk the coastal path
my rucksack is so heavy that
I have to go indoors, unpack
and start again.
Take out those sandals.
I need boots
only boots will do
for grinding my way
up all those hills.
Don't need my hairbrush
the wind will do the job
don't need a flannel when
there's rain.
Don't need a book
too much to see and do
and think about each night
to make me sleep tight.
Those extra trousers -
I don't need them when
just the one's I'm wearing
and the one T shirt
will do.
Don't need a tent
I'll find a B & B
no tins of food
a pub meal each night
will be just fine for me.
So all I need to take
is a pair of nail scissors.
When I'm away my toe nails will grow
and nothing spoils the view
so much as a painful toe
when your toe nails
are trying to push out of your boots.
So that's just the nail scissors then.
And they'll go in my pocket.
Bye!
Isobel
Tue 5th Jan 2010 15:54
Hi Ann - could you tag this poem and also bereavement with WOLOP.dec? thanks x