When Meda Rigatti first moved to Coburg Village, she decided to continue her habit of walking first thing in the morning.  On her first day, she met a group of women walking and they invited her to join them. They told her jokingly the group was referred to as the “ WWW” --  Women Without Walkers. She thought that was very funny and they often joked about it. One day she met a friend of one of the group members who laughed at the group's title, but suggested it be changed to WWW  "Wild Women Walking”.  The group liked that name much better, so Meda wrote this poem which was published in the first issue of “The Scribe”, Coburg Village's bi-annual resident publication.

WILD WOMEN WALKING 
by Meda Rigatti

Every day at half past eight,

Four wild women have a date,

Quickly walking side by side,

They wave at those taking a ride.

Chatting, smiling, sharing tales,

Wondering why there are no males.

Petting pups along the way,

Admiring flowers makes their day.

Youth is gone, yet they recall,

Times when they were standing tall,

Sharing stories brings them joy,

That old cane becomes a toy.

Want to join these wild old gals?

They’re always looking for new pals.