Walk through this land.
I had something happen online on another platform about an hour ago. I had left over chili for supper, and afterwards was still feeling depressed, so I went outside and took two laps around the neighborhood. I wasn't feeling good then, and I'm not much better now.
As I rounded the first corner of my walk, I started kicking something around in my head. Quickly I was able to come up with something to go with it. Before I knew it, I had composed a poem. I call this "walk through this land."
A bag on my shoulder
And a staff in my hand.
That's what I carry
as I walk through this land.
Shoes that are worn,
And pants that are torn.
That's what I wear
as I walk through this land.
I have always had an interest in writing poetry, but I could never come up with anything, not even a title, and lookup here, I got it all in one night!
As I rounded the first corner of my walk, I started kicking something around in my head. Quickly I was able to come up with something to go with it. Before I knew it, I had composed a poem. I call this "walk through this land."
A bag on my shoulder
And a staff in my hand.
That's what I carry
as I walk through this land.
Shoes that are worn,
And pants that are torn.
That's what I wear
as I walk through this land.
I have always had an interest in writing poetry, but I could never come up with anything, not even a title, and lookup here, I got it all in one night!
