An Afternoons Walk Poem by francis e.rudy

As i ramble by, the forest beckons me.

Down a familar path i go

The birds come and sit then flit

their song is sweet, but not sung for me!

i keep thinking about you, babe,

as the water flows by

my eyes swell, but never cry

i wonder where the water flows

i wonder where it goes

Some say time is a river

this causes me to shiver

For here i'm froze

Where does it go, where does it flow

Back to the city streets i go

there's one i'm to meet

I walk slow, iv'e met her before

To like her is easy, loving her improbable

a few hours i spend

Wondering; should i have come at all.

Now i'm in a little deeper

with guilt, i make a promise to return

The walk home was long

too much thinking to do

i speak to no one

at the forest, i'm gone!