Over the years with the air fresh or stale,
Overland with my feet as a sail
It seems I got where
I was meant to out there
But the best part of all was that trail.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 46: Over the Years!
Tag: feet
Pigeon Perspective
What’s it like to be a pigeon living on the street?
Crumbs collect and raindrops fall. Dodge the people’s feet.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 