A Bare Faced Walk Poem by Phil Soar

I walked along the footpath, taking in the sights and sounds
With signs along the way, indicating out of bounds
And yet my inquisition, would take me off the route
Searching for the best of nature, in my birthday suit

Oh yes, I am the naturist, and love the feel of wind on skin
Hoping I will not get caught, and told that I should ‘reel it in’
I walk along the footpaths, with no-one else in sight
But always in the darkness, of a warm and humid night