Just For You Poetry

In the distance, there are mountains,
in the valley here below, are ridges;
the flow of water from a stream,
in wilderness, there are no bridges.

Just the sun, playing hide and seek,
with wispy clouds that dot the sky;
the wonder of the natural world,
so sweet and pleasant, I just sigh.

I take each stride with measured step,
along the dusty, rock-strewn trail;
and then I laugh with much delight,
at frightened, startled, baby quail.

But quiet's what pervades the scene,
no sounds of traffic to my ear;
though I am not that far from town,
you would not think, people near.

That's how it is, out in the west,
land is big and wide, people free;
the heavens so expansive and so vast,
for a hundred miles, your eyes can see.

I reach the crest of my old path,
one I've walked, many a time;
content to gaze out to the space,
and gather in, one more rhyme.

This is such a beautiful poem. It reminds me of my many walks in the woods that I used to take. It really does feel like you're so far from other people out there. Even if you're not. Just beautiful.

Thank you Cindy.

Lovely walk, it reminded me of my long walks in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia

David, i much enjoyed walking with you this morning. Writing beautiful descriptive poetry like this is a real art in itself.

Thanks all.