Walking A Poem By Anthony J. Fejfar © Copyright 2007 by Anthony J.

Fejfar I walked through The desert, On yonder morn, Spying chickens, Shucking corn. I walked by the Lake, Water full, Never a moment, That could be dull. I walked down the path, Straight and true, Forest Rain, Forest Dew. I walked on the first day, Of creation shone, Found many a Wizard, Never a crone. I walked on the first day, Of creation real, Trout fishing day, Fishing Creel.

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I walked on the first day, On moonlit glenn, Forest People, Shone again. I walked into town, For all to see, Nickel lemonaide, My soul to feel. I walked into paradaise, Heaven’s gate, Never a problem, Never late. I walked into Hell, To see what’s what, Fire and brimstone, In a rut. I walked into purgatory, Open door, A lot of praying, Nary a snore. I walked into Heaven, For all to see, Meaningful Happiness, Eternity.

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