Whose Streets?: Some Poetic Thoughts

In 1922 Robert Frost wrote a poem, it was called "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening."
It was published the following year.
This moody pondering of mortality, as this writer calls it, became one of his most revered poems.
Until recently it was not in public domain.
When I read the above article and the poem, recently, I found myself inspired to create a poem of my own.

 

WALKING THE STREETS ON A BEAUTIFUL DAY by Kiril Kundurazieff

 

Whose streets these are I think you know.
His home is in the suburbs though;
He will not see me walking here
As I daily come and go.

The commuting motorist must think it queer
To travel, by foot, far and near.
Between one’s house and work
5 days a week through all the year.

 

 

He gives his middle finger a hearty shake
To address pedestrians behavior he thinks a mistake.
The problem being
The attention to driving he fails to make.

Walking is healthy. Beauty experienced can make one weep;
So get off your butt and take the leap,
Explore your community, wide and deep.
Walk many a mile before you sleep.

 

 

Comments

[Flicka]

You are right. Explore your community and it's beauty.