On Sunday mornings, I don't go to Church...
...but have a thought for those I pass
I don't do the golf...
...but get a wave (or finger) from those who do
or have a horse to ride...
...but happy to share the path
and I don't do the cricket...
...but avoid the stripy bit
and certainly not rugby...
...in fact, nothing with a ball
nor have I an allotment to tend...
...but remember my Dad who did
or children to entertain...
...sad but true
and not a dog to chase...
...allergic anyway
or a bike to ride...
...but think maybe I could
or a flashy motor to cruise...
...but might go home and wash mine
the need to dodge a DIY project...
...but conjure a few ideas
or fish the lake...
...but see the Heron fly
A Sunday morning run...for pleasure! No agenda, just a run and a chance to welcome British Summer Time. A still morning, fresh, almost warm as the sun rose. No road running today. Just the trail.
As Maxi Jazz once said...
...This is my Church!
