Wrexham Walking Group member writes nature poem

21 Jan 2021

A photograph of Pat, the poem's author, with the rest of Walking Group (photo taken before the Covid-19 pandemic). She's sitting in the middle of the front row.

We're all missing being able to get together with friends at the moment. Simple activities such as meeting others for a walk can have positive impacts on health and wellbeing. 

Wrexham Walking Group member Pat Sutcliffe has reflected on her experiences of walking with the friends she's made in the group in her poem, Wednesday Walkers. The Wednesday Walkers Group are part of our Actif Woods Wrexham project, which runs woodland based activities to help people boost their wellbeing through connecting to nature. Find out about Coed Lleol (Small Woods Wales) projects near you on our Where we work page.

Thanks for sharing your poem with us, Pat.

Wednesday Walkers

They love to go a wandering with Tony or Sabine

Through woods and fields and meadows in every shade of green

They stride along the country lanes in every kind of weather

Even when it snows or rains they wear out their shoe leather

They are the Wednesday walkers, so jolly and so kind

But some of them are talkers and get left behind

Then Tony has to go and look but he doesn’t get upset

If they missed the path the others took, he hasn’t lost one yet

At Ty Mawr Leisure Park along the river track

From aqueduct to viaduct they amble there and back

Some walks are more challenging, like the one at Loggerheads

After climbing all those steps, they are ready for their beds

They soon forget their aching knees when allowed to rest

And served with biscuits cake and teas, that part is the best.

Then there is Maes y Pant where they used to dig for gravel

That’s my favourite haunt, it’s not so far to travel

And lovely Alyn Waters  café side or Llay

With Tony to escort us, he’s such a lovely guy

There’s Erddig and there’s Chirk, owned by the national Trust

They do such marvellous work, supporting them’s a must

Another lovely place Nant Mill, a local beauty spot

It’s at the bottom of a hill, they go there quite a lot

Along by Offa’s Dike it always feels so good

To take a gentle hike down through a leafy wood

One day at Bonc y haffod, a reclaimed mine or pit

The weather wasn’t very kind so they got wet a bit

It really does not matter once they are home and dry

For walking in the countryside gives them such a high

They really are so privileged to walk the hills of wales

But I won’t go on and on to bore you with my tales

I don’t quite know how it occurs I just keep adding one more verse

And if I didn’t make you smile who cares, I don’t pretend to be Pam Ayres