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.