Walking The DogA Poem by Mick BurkeThis is where most of my poems come from.A mild May evening, the sun getting low, I take the dog for a walk, he's raring to go. He's cooped up all day, can't wait to get out, And explore the world with his inquisitive snout.
Work was a pain, a shambles, a mess, A dog walk's the best way I know to de-stress. The sun sinks lower, the sky turning red, I walk 'round the park, writing rhymes in my head.
Some familiar faces I meet on the way, The people that walk at this time every day. I don't know their names, who they are, what they do, Yet we nod to each other, say “Hello, how are you?”
As I get nearer home it's getting quite dark, My canine companion gives a satisfied bark. I come in, get my pen, and sit down to write, What came into my head while out walking tonight.
© 2015 Mick BurkeAuthor's Note
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