Shady aisles of russet trees, <br />rustle in the autumn breeze. <br />Fallen twigs and conkers too, <br />line the path as I walk through. <br />Golden sunlight strikes its rays, <br />weakly through a clinging haze. <br /> <br />Commuters walk with cases held, <br />students talk of lessons told. <br />Pigeons strut on leaf strewn grass, <br />nervous squirrels scamper past. <br />Traffic quietened by the wind, <br />goes around, cannot come in. <br /> <br />I stroll along the tarmac path, <br />watch as many lives come to pass. <br />Remember times from childhood years, <br />recall happiness and heartfelt tears. <br />Feel sad about those times I lost, <br />when heart was frozen like winter's frost. <br /> <br />And then I remember You, <br />the sap inside, the glint of dew. <br />An ever present spring, <br />the joy in me, in everything. <br />That which I most oft' forget, <br />and that which never has regret.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-in-the-garden-square/
