Walking the LOOP

Briskly walking in a group,

Covering miles of the London LOOP;

Seeing places before unseen,

Becoming conscious of just how green

Much of London is in spring;

A sight to which we all can cling

When winter comes and everywhere

Most of the trees again are bare.

A hundred and fifty miles in length,

It could be said its greatest strength,

Is that it’s mostly on the flat,

So one can walk it, knowing that

There won’t be lots of hilly parts,

That one must finish if one starts.

Its footpaths run along canals,

On river banks and shady dells;

Through grassy meadows, woods and fields,

And every stretch of path reveals

Something new, that’s worth a look

In open space or shady nook.

One can walk it all year round,

And every time there will be found

Something new to catch one’s eye

When stopping or just passing by.