The Author Explores Poem by Phil Soar

He wrote of a willingness to explore
To be outside, to wander more
To drift with the grass as breezes blow
To sit by a stream as the water flows

To watch as a dragonfly whizzes by
How the lark sings high up in the sky
How the swallow speeds like a flying arrow
The author walks as the footpath narrows

His words flow, forming verse and rhyme
He logs the things he sees each time
And when he's done and wanders home
The things he's seen are left alone