I Go Walking


As I go walking.
In the woods.
We are talking.
In our moods.

We smell flowers.
Hear the birds.
Some does tower.
Smell the turds.

Feel the breeze.
I touch the earth.
Will not freeze.
Hold onto mirth.

We do go back.
Eventually.
So we slack back.
Unfortunately.

Got to the end.
A good walk.
Was had my friend.
Rest and talk.
.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem