A Walk
Footsteps on the ground,
Crunch slowly in sound,
And I walk.
Walk in the quiet pines,
Soft light sweeping forth,
As it peacefully shines.
Whistling birds their voyage at bay,
Soar in verdant trees,
Means only to play.
That I could fly,
Wind caressing me,
Sweeping me through the sky.
Glancing down at impeccable splendor,
Of light reflecting off gentle creeks,
Shy deer grazing on a grassy floor.
Thus I land with both soles,
Never faltering in stride,
On this lovely afternoon stroll.
Copyright © Allie Ogletree | Year Posted 2011
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