A WALK ON A SPRING MORNING

[sourdough2]

A WALK ON A SPRING MORNING

The sun at my back as I walk along,
Skirting the shore of the placid sea,
I hear the lilt of a robin’s song.,
High on the branch of a cedar tree.
Greeting the dawn of a brand new day,
Calm and still with a cloudless sky,
Alone with my thoughts as I wend my way,
Nodding to others who pass me by.

Crows and seagulls stand side by side,
Feeding on sea life left behind,
Abandoned there by the ebbing tide,
Squabbling over a special find.
The sounds of nature are everywhere,
The honking geese and the barking seals,
Eagles and herons and tiny deer,
Just to be living, how great it feels.

The rush of traffic seems far away,
I’m lost in the quiet solitude,
I wish for a moment that I could stay
Here in this magical interlude.
Just to walk where the robins sing,
With trials and troubles far out of reach,
A morning walk in the early spring,
Beside the ocean in Qualicum Beach.

[Eric]

I like this one a lot well written and very expressive!