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