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STEPPING ENCOUNTERS

It doesn’t register in kilometres

But in steps taken, causing me to boast

For a walker, such figures count the most

They start at zero, go to tens, hundreds, thousands

Not numbers for any dastardly cowards

It is what you do with the steps that matter

And in their wake, the stories you gather

 I met a courageous woman on a marathon

Calling it “Get off your butt-athon”

I was humoured by her fundraiser

And told of my road friend-raisers

Not to marginalize her project

Anyone who walks I’ll always respect

It takes willpower to move your machine

For humans, walking is in our genes

It is mobility of our body parts on command

Or a calling to swinging our legs and hands

 I met a man in Ohio driving his muscle truck

To see a monk walking he was really struck

Curiosity had him pull right over

Nearby those fragrant fields of clover

He asked for some wholesome words of advice

What I said was for men and not mice

Firstly, humans are wired to walk

Secondly, humans are wired to squawk

But on point number two there is more

It is the inner self humans must explore

The man expressed his deep appreciation

Took it as inward and practical education

He awarded me with a very kind donation

After which I continued to trek across the nation

I was doing my stepping in Newfoundland

Now that’s a place of landscapes so grand

Johnny was there walking, said he felt great

Out there it’s easy to make a friend, a mate

He was proud of the fact he stopped drinking

“When did you quit?” “Just this very morning”