I Walked And Walked

I walked and walked
And thought,
‘Maybe I'll find a poem in walking'
I walked and walked and walked-

No Poem.

But then I thought,
‘Maybe the walk is the poem'
All around me worlds of things
Green and bright,
A good day after all-

Maybe the walk is the poem

And the writing it down,
The stopping to listen.

poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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