A Walk

You are a country walk.

You are the two miles that are in this lane.

You are a place I like to be.

You are as far as the eye can see.

You are the snow on the track.

You are the trees, don’t look back.

You are the mud on my boots.

You are the tree’s twisted roots.

You are the blackbird I do not see.

You are the breath coming out of me.

You are the journey I have today.

You are the crunch of steps, each foot in the snow.

You are under the branch that seems to bow.

You are at the beginning and the end.

you are like an old friend.

You are a place I would defend.

You are more than a walk to me.

You are my sanctuary.