A Walk Is Different Every Day Poem by Matt Jarvis

Walks we love become familiar,
Walks we do every day
Some people ask, ‘don't you get bored? '
I always reply, 'No way! '
The terrain will change from day to day,
One day hard with frost,
next, like slush or quicksand underfoot.
The light is never the same. Long shadows, short shadows,
Bright then dark.
If it is dark then light is nearby,
The light emerges once again.
The trees meet in the middle forming a tunnel,
The light spirals through the gaps making shapes to admire.
The dog runs and slips, jumps and barks,
He runs back for treats, then goes again.
Trains rattle past, on mainline and branch,
The light reflects from their windows,
Do those onboard see the beauty that I do around me?
Yes I've walked this way before,
And will again, more and more.
The old Canal is full with life,
No boats remain but nature thrives!
So although a walk may seem the same,
It never is, it always changes.
No walk is ever the same,
Look out for new things, time and again.