I Walk In Warm Conversation by Ashley Pannell

I walk in warm conversation,

As a cool breeze flows along,

I take in the scent of the flowers,

And the taste of yesterdays gone.  


I breathe in the morning dew,

As the birds fly overhead,

And I come across two crooked paths,

As I think on the journey ahead.


Both look well travelled,

And promise sights and thrills,

But the wind calls me elsewhere,

So I turn to walk the hills.


On and on I walk,

As my friend guides my way,

I do not know where I'm going,

But perhaps I will one day.