Why the Wye

Half way makes terrific sense
Between Denbigh and Burtle
Somewhere deep in cider land
Where our mighty steps might hurtle

Or even take the slower road
Perhaps the field or byway
Taking time for sense and thought
A chance to make it our way

So Friday was the best of times
Miles o’er path and lane
Upwards, downwards, onwards, back
The beginnings of that footsore pain

So whilst we walked, outward and back
We talked, remembered, bared
Filling spaces, reinforced the bonds
That once again were shared

Some wine, some coffee ends the night
With more and deeper talk
And still the friendship lasts the test
At no secrets do we balk

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