The Walking Group

The Walking Group begins its walk at dawn;
both exercise and social amity.
Fortuitous this group I came upon;
I like the fact it stays a part of me.

I told it to a member of the group;
he said that, rather, I am part of it.
I did not mean to throw him for a loop,
but being, “part of me” does seem to fit.

For morning camaraderie appeals;
the joy of others ‘round me is all right.
And when we walk, I like the way it feels;
along with morning, it’s an inner light.

  So pardon me for phrasing turned askew;
  the Walking Group inside of me rings true.


14 Lines
Shakespearean Sonnet
Writer’s Cramp Winner
8-28-16