Walking Poems
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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One and then one (08/03/2019)
by Hendrico Valentijn
Amidst the mountains there lie pebbles uncovered by rainbow rays.
I watch the footprints in snow behind and recount the colorless frays.
My steps sink slightly in the ground as I weight it down.
Up in the mountains alone with the nature white and brown.
I take it all in, far and wide and in-between,
My head turns and sees all the shades of green.
The rustling sound of nature, the sound of my heaven.
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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.
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Marching
by Sir Lewis Morris
ONCE, and once again,
From the thick crowd of men,
Loud toil and high endeavour,
There comes a secret sound,
Where the thinkers stand around,
And sometimes 'tis 'For ever,'
Sometimes 'Never.'
Always that ceaseless throng
Has filed those paths along,
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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,
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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...
......
Color Your World
by Sarah A
Walking through the city
Headphones in my ears
The world is colored in music
