Walk
You and I are out for a walk with the dog.
The night is as silent as a log.
The trees blow eerily in the wind.
The moon is as bright as ice.
Right now I feel the urge to take your hand.
Yuck my dog just ate a slug.
This gives me an excuse to ask you for a hug.
We walk by the houses that are so bright.
Its hard to think that they are a part of the night.
I try to stay close to you as we turn right.
Oh no my dog just saw a bunch of squirrels.
You hold his leash tight to keep the dog from going on his travels.
I feel like I could always listen to you talk.
All of this is what I love about this kind of walk.
Someone just wrote my joy on the road in chalk.
If only you knew how much this walk ment.
I would like to walk with you until the world ran out of cement.
We decided though to walk 4 miles to the end of the pavement.
poem by Lyda Mery
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