Walking Poems
Color Your World
by Sarah A
Walking through the city
Headphones in my ears
The world is colored in music
I Just Kept Walking
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
I didn’t make much noise.
Didn’t keep score.
Didn’t ask the world to pause
While I stitched my wounds.
I just kept walking,
Step after step,
Between faith and fatigue.
Worries came,
As they always do.
......
Tracks and paths.
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
When time come knocking on my door
tracks and path will be no more,
"when time comes knocking on my door."
My ashes the four winds will blow
across the hills, across the snow.
Rucksack, pole and boots no more,
my legs the wind, the sun my soul,
every hill will be my goal.
Trees and rocks, gorse and grass
I may linger- I may pass.
......
"Wandering; Walking".
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
The morning Moon floats by
As I walk beneath a clear blue sky.
Walking through the morning dew,
Silver pearls on leather shoe.
"Wandering; Walking".
Looking down from North Hill high,
Malvern spreads out to a happy eye.
My place of birth...My place of birth,
My happy place on this old earth.
......
Harewood Estate.
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
Harewood estate lays beyond the stile,
Field upon green field mile after mile.
Blue Chicory swaying in the tall grass,
Inviting you to enjoy before you pass.
The Cuckoo calling from the distant wood!
Oh! to see the elusive Cuckoo; if only I could.
The morning dew; gayly the Muntjac sprints,
Leaving a magical misty trail of silvery tints.
......
I Just Kept Walking
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
I didn’t make much noise.
Didn’t keep score.
Didn’t ask the world to pause
While I stitched my wounds.
I just kept walking,
Step after step,
Between faith and fatigue.
Worries came,
As they always do.
......
Harewood Estate.
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
Harewood estate lays beyond the stile,
Field upon green field mile after mile.
Blue Chicory swaying in the tall grass,
Inviting you to enjoy before you pass.
The Cuckoo calling from the distant wood!
Oh! to see the elusive Cuckoo; if only I could.
The morning dew; gayly the Muntjac sprints,
Leaving a magical misty trail of silvery tints.
......
"Wandering; Walking".
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
The morning Moon floats by
As I walk beneath a clear blue sky.
Walking through the morning dew,
Silver pearls on leather shoe.
"Wandering; Walking".
Looking down from North Hill high,
Malvern spreads out to a happy eye.
My place of birth...My place of birth,
My happy place on this old earth.
......
Tracks and paths.
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
When time come knocking on my door
tracks and path will be no more,
"when time comes knocking on my door."
My ashes the four winds will blow
across the hills, across the snow.
Rucksack, pole and boots no more,
my legs the wind, the sun my soul,
every hill will be my goal.
Trees and rocks, gorse and grass
I may linger- I may pass.
......
Walkie Talkie
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sunset spill,
Evening thrill,
Serenade,
Creeping shade,
Summer stroll,
Frog on bole,
Moonlit trees,
Pleasant breeze,
Hoot owl hour,
Rose power,
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