Foot moved from left to right.
sand, gravel, dirt, concrete.
No car but miles of the slower path.
Stopping to smell the roses and picking fresh wild berries.
Talking and laughing.
No need to hurry on a nice afternoon.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Foot moved from left to right.
sand, gravel, dirt, concrete.
No car but miles of the slower path.
Stopping to smell the roses and picking fresh wild berries.
Talking and laughing.
No need to hurry on a nice afternoon.
Sounds lovely. Great poem.