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STRIDE A poem... I walk a few yards And retrace my steps A gust of wind whip my face Ah, heavenly! I was a couch potato today Till I resolved to break my sedentary existence To-and-fro ambling recurring for a while Breeze acts like a balm The surrounding tree are healers... I catch a glimpse... Ma gossiping with a neighbour Mercury rising Sapped I rest a while Look up towards the overcast welkin Half-moon disappears beneath dark clouds And reappears... Weatherman predicted a squall... Ramblings on roof tops In summer In the evenings Reinvigorating... I must hasten now.... A piping hot cup of tea awaits...