I Strode, I Skipped, I Swam Poem by Phil Soar
I Strode, I Skipped, I Swam
I strode through fields of golden wheat
Better than a tarmac street
Without my shoes, in my bare feet
I strode through fields of golden wheat
I skipped across the valley floor
From where I'd never been before
And when I reached an open door
I skipped through it and smiled once more
I swam across the open sea
To find myself alone and free
And when I'd lost my energy
I sank, there was no trace of me
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