Get up!

Get out

Pull on your thick woolen socks

Push you feet into my souls

My tongue is hanging out

Thirsting for fresh air

Lace me up

You and me trekking through

Farm fields and woodlots

Tramping on pine needle trails

Hopping across ribbons of water

Bring your camera, if you must –

It will just slow us down

Get up!

Leave that chair

That book

That pen

Let’s take a hike