I Pick Up My Feet

The beginning of a traveler's journey.

I pick up my feet

The aching cold pains me

Frost makes my feet cold

 

My cold breath turns white

Destination out of sight

Frost makes my face cold

 

No boots for my feet

There’s no food for me to eat

Hunger pains me so

 

I crawl across ice

I travel over the snow

Following a crow

 

There’s a distance left

And there’s a while to go

The snow is so deft

Author's Note

I know I'm not a poet, but what do you think of it?

Reviews

[Carina Baumert]

Gorgeous. I felt like I was traveling with you

[Marianna_C.]

:) I love it your a really good poet :D its very nice i read it about 5 times i guess haha thats how much i loved it ^^ keep up the good work

[capac]

it's beautiful.