The Walk

Walking through the forest the echoes of nature and man, past and present scenes many before have seen experienced in joy or frailty those new to the scene and those back again as remembrance of things back when one wishing to be older, the other wishing he was young again as back in the day
oh, how it would be that first kiss that first fish oh, to be seventeen again
he smiles remembering miles he came hours spent going place to place aimlessly not knowing where the day would lead though, like any other day, he seemed called to the stream
you see,whether fishing, hiking, or kayaking even now, reading brings him contentment happy or sad, contentment is found around the water and the trees
in this place he’s seen days go by people fade away as the current rolls through everything for him has changed but for him, this place shall always remain
untarnished the past memories and future dreams all here, in this little stream where day after day, he can be found watching for the next thing to come to pass.....