A Pleasant Stroll Poem by James Harris

Sucking in the sweet cold morning air
I let the cold wind blow through my hair
A last deep breath and let out a loud laugh
As I grab a broken branch as a walking staff

Take a walk through these greenest of fields
Who knows the adventure this journey yields
I'll traverse all over the fields and the hills
Then stop for a bite by that old windmill

A sandwich of meat and cheese with some wine
While taking in the scenery that is so very fine
My meal eaten and savored I return to my stroll
To walk there and back again is my true goal

I want want to look at all there could be
See things at home or even across the sea
I'll walk across anywhere there might be land
Be it mired with mud or deserts of sand

No more on this day shall I walk and roam
But for now I'll turn around and walk home
I'll step in the door, prop my feet with a grin
And smile thinking of all the places I've been