Posted in creative writing, fun, places, poems, poetry, poets, see, walking, walks, writers, writing

My walks

My walk it start form my beginning
It long , its fun ,there is people to be won
My journey is full of winding roads
I will walk through woods , go anywhere i could
I will see many faces and see many places
I will spend money and spend time
Walking past the memories gone
Happy time where things we won
Places ,faces, come and go but its down this winding road
Many folks at many times , which path to choose i can not choose
I flip a coin to what’s where
I feel the wind on to my face
This place its our we can call it home
These are some places that we see on our walks our journeys with me
via WordPress for Phone