In autumn, shall we walk?
You don’t feel like going, I can tell.
There’s much to do of consequence;
houses, youtube, twitter, email;
it’s warm here, you’re entranced
but Ithaca calls, there’s no choice!
wave goodbye to neighbours;
say toodle-oo to a setsquare home
and head out onto a narrowing lane
past woods, puddles, rivers,
dappled shade and cows in clover.
No looking back.
Come on, leg it.
We’ll go for a way
along your special trail.
Put down pencil, paper, books
because very soon now, go you must.