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.
Copyright © John Williams | Year Posted 2015
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