Country Path. A Poem.

COUNTRY PATH

This country path we walk along,

With trees aplenty, standing strong,

And colored leaves, vibrant and bright,

Falling to earth, filling our sight,

Covering our path, as we walk,

Landing upon us, as we talk,

Some are crunching, beneath our feet,

Filling the air, like music sweet.

As we go walking, hand in hand,

With autumn beauty in the land.

The scent of fall is in the air,

The kiss of sunlight we do share.

This country path, with leaves so bright,

Swirling, twirling, in breeze so light.

A gentle breeze does touch us too,

I’m glad to share this walk with you.

©2023 Steve McLeod.