Not The Path



 
 Pointed out pathways.
 The nature I seek isn’t
 Defined by a sign.
 

Wandering



 Put my old shoes on
 Walked out the gate
 Turned left at the shops
 Then right at the lake
 Strolled out the city
 Just gliding along
 The sun at my back
 And humming a song
 Sky was in my eyes
 Smile played on my face
 Wanted to escape
 All the human race
 On through the yonder
 On through the land
 I think that in heaven
 The whole thing was planned
 And I’m still on that highway
 The one for my soul
 Thanking my sweet Lord
 Feeling more whole
 Redemption they say
 But not just for me
 Come for a wander
 And you’ll soon see
 
 
 
 

A Misting Walk


To see a mist hanging in the valleys
Interspersed by the blazing sun
Earth’s exhalation and azure sky mixing
Like cobwebs in a bed of violets
This is what I walk for
This is why I must breathe the wild air
Artistic perfection played on the grandest scale
A snapshot in time with a viewer of one
That viewer is me and I feel honoured