Jim Tosh Poet Ballad

A Walk In the Park

A Walk in the Park

                                  A walk in the park
                                  I do every morn.
                                  Tween six and seven -
                                  time to feel reborn. 

                                  The squirrels run hither
                                  the geese overhead.
                                  Fresh running water -
                                  a beautiful flower bed.

                                  And then I see the fox,
                                  but not before he sees me.
                                  He's gone like the wind -
                                  almost to fast to see.

                                  The blackbirds are cawing -
                                  the cardinals sing too.
                                  And the red-tailed hawk
                                  sits high against the blue.

                                  I stride up on high
                                  and view the lake just below.
                                  A splash and a ripple
                                  and a wave to and fro.

                                  A fisherman or two
                                  who came before me.
                                  Just watching their bobs
                                  hoping to catch two or three.

                                  Then I walk 'neath the trees
                                  both big and small.
                                  Their leaves blowing in the wind -
                                  so much fun to walk tall.

                                  Down the path to the car -
                                  my last chance for the day.
                                  But I'll do it again on the morrow
                                  in the quest to find my way.

                                  So simple and pure
                                  it gives so much pleasure.
                                  Does a walk in the park -
                                  one of life's true treasures.

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Gordon Mcconnell May 27, 2019 at 3:17 PM Excellent penning Jim, this is a real fine piece and liked your rhyme and flow so much. Keep spilling the ink!

Barbara Gorelick April 16, 2019 at 12:35 PM It is absolutely a treasure, I try to do it often too, maybe not quite that early..enjoyed your poem. BG