I'm walking, out and about, driven out by a need
to clear my thoughts as walking indeed
does do. I find myself in the tumbledown
henge sitting and looking around, my silence is
broken by cars that go by and a hidden cricket
that questions.

I'll go for a walk in this great wooded park and
maybe perhaps I'll find an inspiration
something to see to be, something to make me
forget me.

I'd rather be the soaring bird, the butterlfy, the
stately, noble tree these things seem without
the worry, tears and strife that seems to riddle
my life. Why must things be this way, what god
did I offend to bring me out today?

I offer all appologies to the stones, birds, grass
and trees for asking these questions of them
and distrubing theur peaceful eternity. I look up
and see no anger in stones, birds, grass and trees
as the sky begins to color the sunset is coming
and down it must go. I'm feeling a bit better
here. I think I'll go for a walk, watch it and
go home.

- Poet Silver Raven

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