Nature Walks Poems

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...

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Those long walks in the quiet backwoods
haven't faded from the vivid memory,
and where once white oaks and elms
waved and offered shade on summer days
had a...

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the footpaths that stretched
out of sight until never.

the parched ground and grasses
when miles seemed forever.

wild garlic, the heat
the nettles and heather.

the bees in the foxgloves
collecting...

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Celestial gifts these memories we’ve stored
Slow walks on wave-caressed and sun-warmed sand
As crimson, umber, mauve cascades are poured
Extravagantly all across the land -
An art show...

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There was an old poet named Mark
Who loved to steal walks in the park.
One day he was frightened,
A big dog did bite him.
He does nothing...

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I have from craggy Tryfyn
gazed,
precariously crossed crib goch,
to amaze,
looked down from Snowdon,
through the mist and the haze,
Walked all the hills,
enjoying the scene,
the view is inspiring,...

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Floating through life calming man's fears
A vision of beauty when she does appear
Simple and humble following His plan
Lover of fauna, nature, and man 
Angelic qualities...

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The Walks

I walk
And the trees talk
I watch
    for signs of wonder
As white winged creatures
     flutter by.
The king of the great expanse
     so...

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She walks in beauty, eyes soft, 

Innocent; silky breast that captures

men’s heart, her alarming whiteness, 

making angels turn dark.



In times of sorrow, she's the light;...

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"Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty"

                 ...

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When there is a misty chill in the air 
that gathers as frost on the ground, 
That is when you know it's near, 
Winter and...

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Midnight moon and nights lonesome sound
Sparkling stars and clouds surround

Whispering meadow filled with flowers
Whiling away many late night hours

The Kansas plains roll like a stream
Wheat...

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city folks say they gotta run, gotta go,

        slaves of the bundy clock, no time to know,

 ...

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Winter walks on water 
      To greet us each year
In the great north of Great Lakes--
Though not as far as
Old...

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