Walking Poems
A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk
by Robert Burns
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk,
Adown a corn-enclosed bawk,
Sae gently bent its thorny stalk,
All on a dewy morning.
Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled,
In a' its crimson glory spread,
And drooping rich the dewy head,
It scents the early morning.
Within the bush her covert nest
A little linnet fondly prest;
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Color Your World
by Sarah A
Walking through the city
Headphones in my ears
The world is colored in music
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.
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"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.
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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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"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,
......
Listening To The Shadows
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Shadows in the park...
Must be a sunny day...
Always wearing black...
Never having much to say...
Shadows never laugh...
They never, ever cry...
Sometimes they disappear...
If the suns not shining in the sky...
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Color Your World
by Sarah A
Walking through the city
Headphones in my ears
The world is colored in music
