Friday, March 14, 2008

Night Walking - a poem -...

Quietly she walks
Silence all around
Street lights glare
Blue, and Orange tinge
All so still.

Tis the evening walk
After a sensible feast
Walking shoes on
Head held high
Breathing corrected.

A slight hum
From traffic afar
A russel in a tree
A movement in a bush
Life going on as it should.

l walk for a mile
l turn back homeward
No sore parts
No aches and pains
A sensible walk is my gain.

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