My elbow wants me to
stop crocheting.
The dog is doing his
best at begging.
I grab the leash
because it’s not raining.
A walk might stop
the elbow’s complaining,
uncreak the joints
by getting them moving.
“Use it or lose
it,” my health improving,
a breath of fresh
air, wind gently blowing,
vitamin D from the
bright sun glowing.
Yes, I need to go
walk with the dog.
It will clear my
brain from this crochet fog.
by: Paula D. Nevison
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