John Williams Poet Rhyme

My Walking Track

I travel 'long the winding track
Seeing mostly green, but a tree trunk black,
The orange and brown of a falling leaf,
It settles and nestles to a bush beneath,
A rocky outcrop where the wallabies bound,
The hidden tinklings of bellbirds sound,
A wispy fog emerging from a gorge,
Enveloping sheer cliffs that wind and rain forge,
It feels so good my walking track,
Although often away it always beckons me back.

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Carol Eastman August 29, 2015 at 10:22 AM I'd love to hear the bellbirds. I used to walk my horse thru the wood paths... This reminded me of why I did.

Lindsay Laurie August 11, 2015 at 8:50 PM G'day John... these are the contemplating trails allowing us to refocus after ambling along where there is always something new to catch our attention - thank you John - Lindsay John Williams August 12, 2015 at 3:23 AM Thanks for having a read Lindsay-----it is so peaceful in the middle of the bush---it refreshes the soul. The kindest regards to you Lindsay--------John

Kp Nunez August 11, 2015 at 12:32 PM YOu have a nature poem today! Noticed it's with the familiar meter and rhyme. Lovely, JOhn. The longer ones were very good too! hugs John Williams August 12, 2015 at 3:27 AM Hello Kim, I am so glad you liked them, talking about them made me write a new one. I used to do a lot of running along bush trails and the beauty of it all was regenerating in some way. Ever now and again I would see a wallaby or a Lyre Bird, which was simply beautiful------thanks Kim.......John