Nature's Lilypond Walks
We wander for form, but at a snail's pace
We grasp pure air and feel the hills fully
We find joy walking to our desired place
By gazing, we might parse where fine sprouts face
We watch strange birds rippling wide and hardly
We wander for form, but at a snail's pace
Consider swans paddling for always bass
Thank God for the path; we will not worry
We find joy walking to our desired place
And hence we step close by huffy crow place
It cannot find dwarf worms that fade quickly
We wander for form, but at a snail's pace
For me; these tarns we would not sacrifice
Deft earth is a wonder of awe beauty
We find joy walking to our desired place
Such ambling in the sad years will witness
That behavior ought to yield life, held steady
We wander for form, but at a snail's pace
We find joy walking to our desired place
1st place contest winner
Written: February 23, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND STRUCTURED Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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