Walking Pleasure Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wandering into forests of imagination, seeing their beauty,
smelling their pine scents as they give pleasure while walk-
ing into their depths.

Forgetting the world and its' people while there, finding
so much to write about, a mysterious mist covering life
while walking through imaginative forests.

All part of intellect's reality, keeping this being to-
gether, holding faith within the realization of God in
this mere poets' life.