The Walk

I walked a thousand miles

From city lights, around the countryside

I walked to the isle

Seashore holds hurricanes inside

Though it is quiet,

Only the one's within could find

It is nostalgic here, lying under the vast sky

Blink for a moment paints the journey past

The winds, the woods, the rains, the mountains

All reside within the heart

Sigh!

Every breath longing to ride back

But the broken bridges could not be mend

And another day, a month, a year

Hopes in the blinking eyes still pictures the journey past

It has been warm being here

With happiness that I remember the walk, the last.