The Poetry Club

Step by step we walk along,

Breathing in the air so strong.

The sky above the ground below,

Our hearts are light, our spirits grow.

Side by side we laugh, and talk,

The road stretched forward as we walk.

Along the path where wildflowers grow,

The winds will sing, the rivers flow.

Your footsteps fade, the earth forgives,

Yet litter scars where nothing lives.

A bottle tossed, a wrapper torn,

Spoils the beauty of the dawn.

The sky went still, a breath held tight,

As dusk crept in and stole the light.

A whisper stirred through waiting trees,

Storm Floris’ here, the thunder teased.

The wind, once shy, began to scream,

A shattered hush, a broken dream.

The gate latch opens in they walk,

humans, trampling along every fork.

With cans or crisp rappers that fall,

others, with dogs or maybe a ball.

All to have fun, to let off steam, shriek!

or maybe it’s solitude, an peace they seek.

You wear me out Old Man,

You make the path so hard,

From first our meet began,

I’m stiff and sore and scarred.

You wear me out Old Man,

That rugged handsome face,