my tea is tepid and my toast, too dark;
even so, today will be a walk in the park!
tho’ the cobblestones may be slipp’ry
and the flowers past their prime,
amidst the trees I’ll escape the frippery
of the young mods who pass their time
always texting and phoning, their conversation vacuous;
finding refuge from it is nothing short of miraculous!
thank the Goddess for her gifts of glorious Nature bestowed
upon me as I trip lightly this most pleasing road!