Burgers by the van, an outdoor takeaway cafe,
tables and chairs under open air huts.
In the car park we all sit,
whilst the dogs chew the scraps to bits!
We cross the roads to the falls,
the ancient trees all tall.
The tree stumps stick out of the ground,
look what we have found!
The river swirls on past,
as we walk the path along.
Insects buzz through the day,
as we hear the bird song.
We come to a seat made of wood,
from old tree looking out over the river.
When the wind blows,
it don’t half make you shiver!
Wellington boots squelch in mud and water,
up and down the hills.
Through the woods we go,
it winds on through and fills.
Climb the slope of mangled trees,
up we go on uneven ground.
The boulders stick out on the path,
listening to the water’s sound.
We trudge along the winding paths,
up and down the slopes.
Calling for our dog to come and heel,
it’s been a walk we feel!
Time to go home, we head on back.
Along the path we been.
A long day walking has just past,
many people we have seen.
The boots are covered in mud,
the burger was nice to have.
At least it wasn’t raining,
during the walk we had in the woods.
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