Count It Joy When You Can Walk

. Count it joy every day we can rise up and walk-- not everybody can do that and someday we won't be able to anymore-- so rise up and walk, my friend, and count it joy. . Today I walked to the mailbox down by the road and I felt the rich earth under my feet and felt the pure blue sky over my head so rise up and walk, my friend. . And on the way to the mailbox I stopped and talked to the horses grazing in the pasture and they sauntered over to the fence and talked to me so rise up and walk, my friend. . And on the way to the mailbox a squirrel dashed across the dirt road and stopped and chittered at me for disturbing his pursuit of nuts so rise up and walk, my friend. . And on the way to the mailbox my sparrows flew overhead dipping and swooping and stitching up the clouds so rise up and walk, my friend. . And on the way to the mailbox I breathed in all that fresh air with its scent of flowers and crisp scent of pine so rise up and walk, my friend. . And on the way to the mailbox today I walked and talked with God today and I thanked Him for my legs today so rise up and walk, my friend, while you may. . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~©March 2021, Susan Williams.