A Stroll
By: Gen1900
I grabbed my hat and headed out into the open air,
The blue birds sang from their holes in the great oak tree,
The squirrel stood still by the trunk ready to flee.
I said to the bushy, little creature,
” Why! Where are you friends?”,
It didn’t move, yet it had no a sign of a scared feature,
Then suddenly it hopped down the silent street and darted around the bend.
No cars honked their that afternoon,
It felt nice not to have noisy tunes.
The wind gently cradled my face,
All the business of the world hastened away without a trace.
I looked up to the heavens above,
“Thank you, Lord, for creating the beauty that I know and love.
“Even though some take for granted while not thinking of the effort You gave ,”
“I’ll remind them of how You died and the souls You saved.”
And so ended a stroll . . .
Poetry