If you’re a poet, do you look at things differently? Or do you tend to stay in one place? Or do you sometimes wonder or wander?
I have always enjoyed traveling whether it’s a day trip or a few days, a long weekend, etc. But, like most everyone else traveling went by the wayside last year. This means staying closer to home. You can still wander, though, if you like. (And, of course wonder, too.)
I’m not a hiker. I do like walking in the woods, or walking in general but the steep treacherous paths especially in the mountains are not for me. Yesterday, I was attending an outdoor gathering by a river. As the sun went down, it started to reflect on the water.
I decided to take a short walk further into the woods to see what I could see. I wasn’t going to get in or go through the water — too cold!
The ground was damp and mushy even with my boots on (these are more like winter or hiking boots and not fashion boots). The ground dipped in places and there were several steep drop offs. I made my way slowly and carefully.
Finally I came to a sort of clearing and I could see the sunset in an orange and red colorful glory. It made the water seem as if it was on fire almost it was so bright.
I was glad I took the chance and wandered off. I was glad to see such a unusual but beautiful sight.
It’s always good to do something different, and the same goes for writing poetry. Imagine all the poems about rivers, sunsets and walking in the woods. Then think of how they could be different!
Where will you wander to next?
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