An Afternoon Walk
I love walking theseDry paths in the afternoonSun, wind blowingCool air across my face.I think about cityLife, and how so much getsLost in the smell ofFumes and pavement andSanitized earth.I go back to the days of myYouth, when I wouldRun through theseWoods, imagining myself as aSoldier in the RevolutionaryArmy, fighting for thisLand, this hope, thisFuture. I want my children toWalk these paths, too,Experiencing this worldLike I did so many years ago.When we lose these
Woods, we lose our soul.Not simply as individuals,But as a people.I’ve had my fill of theSuburban sprawl. Let meReturn to walking theseDry paths in the afternoonSun, wind blowingCool air across my face.
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