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.
Copyright © Jim Tosh | Year Posted 2019
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