Pilgrims

It was a cold and misty morning when the pilgrims ventured out,
Ne'er a dog was even stirring, the pilgrims marched on, stout.
As the mists cleared mid morning and the view became more clear,
The pilgrims thought of lunchtime and a cool refreshing beer.

The next morning was much warmer, with beautiful vistas too,
As they walked along the farmyards, cautious of pats of poo.
They marched on boldly Westward, where venturers and pilgrims go,
Watch out for the cyclists, dodging pilgrims to and fro.

As they neared the city named, Santiago de Compostela,
They spied the man from Finland, what a hardy fella.
A Brit, family and two Mounties, were seen on many accounts,
A great bunch of pilgrims, to walk the Way that counts.

Arthur Dunn...2014.