"Walking "

"Walking "

Greg Budig 2020

Stepping out the door,

always a good start. 

Letting your feet lead 

you forward on a 

journey around the 

block, or maybe the 

edge of town, even 

further if you desire. 

To have strong, young 

legs again, striding 

easily without care. 

Each step takes you 

closer to your 

undetermined goal. 

The simple act of walking, 

truly an amazing thing. 

Gently strolling around 

the flower park.  

Marching briskly through 

the bustling downtown.  

Upon a lonely, gravel 

prairie road at sunset. 

The air is sweet with fresh 

cut hay and wildflowers. 

Walking gently on a 

winter's night. Beneath 

crystal wings of snow. 

The lights of Christmas 

scattered here and there.

You walk amongst the 

spectacle wide eyed. 

A child reborn. 

Summer evenings,  

the appointed time when 

 walkers take their steps. 

 Families with strollers, 

young people with dogs,

lovers walking hand in hand. 

Down the street, around the 

block, a familiar routine.  

Traveling across the land.

Great distances 

without care.  

Setting out to clear your 

head. Forgetting about 

a sense of time. 

Moving further away 

from what's inside. 

Feel your feet upon the 

ground, gracefully striding 

through time and space. 

Moving forward at a 

steady gate, covering 

miles along the way. 

Walking to an internal clock,

walking until you are home. 

The End