…walking on
…no end to this untamed walk
where numbened nude feet walk miles free and wild
soothe beneath are the grasses
wild ferns unfurl its leaves
the tallest bamboo grass grows n grows higher
even higher the pine tress
touching the morning sky
unkissed shall not be the valley
unchained landscape of survival
wrapped into these wilderness…
walking on…
lovita j r morang
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-on-2/
