Walking Poem by Ronald Chapman

Walking the open roads of Pennsylvania
for 3, years now.
Three times a day.
I behold the beautiful days.
The blue and orange sky at Sunrise,
The bright afternoon sun,
The sun falling in the Western sky.
I wonder at the tall trees.
I smell the sweet aroma of roses and
my eyes view the gorgeous sites of
day lilies, sunflowers and marigolds.
These amazing views could be paintings and post cards.
There are farmer's fields,
with cows, goats, sheep and horses.
I awe at the growing corn in the open fields.
I hear many a dog barking,
Greeting me at my passing.
I see many a honey bee,
Gathering up the flowers gifts.
Walking the open roads of Pennsylvania,
for 3, years now.
I pass many a farmer's markets.
Ponds and creeks are galore.
I see many sculptured hedges and trees.
I see many red barns and covered bridges.
While, in these excellent walks,
I daydream and take beautiful photographs.
Walking the open roads of Pennsylvania,
for 3, years now.
I dare say,
I have seen more of natures wonders,
Than most people have seen in their slumbering lives.
Walking the open roads of Pennsylvania,
for 3, years now.