Walking The Dog

This is where most of my poems come from.

A mild May evening, the sun getting low,

I take the dog for a walk, he's raring to go.

He's cooped up all day, can't wait to get out,

And explore the world with his inquisitive snout.

Work was a pain, a shambles, a mess,

A dog walk's the best way I know to de-stress.

The sun sinks lower, the sky turning red,

I walk 'round the park, writing rhymes in my head.

Some familiar faces I meet on the way,

The people that walk at this time every day.

I don't know their names, who they are, what they do,

Yet we nod to each other, say “Hello, how are you?”

As I get nearer home it's getting quite dark,

My canine companion gives a satisfied bark.

I come in, get my pen, and sit down to write,

What came into my head while out walking tonight.

Author's Note

When some people want to write they go into a quiet room or put on some music. I take the dog for a walk.

Reviews

[alf]

Waaaaaaaaaaaaay to gooooo!!! hi Mick. this is the mindset of a poet!!! It is what we do!!! loved the walk, the idea and the happy end to the story!!! Loved it all, actually, alf

[Mick Burke]

Thanks again Alf, glad you liked it.

[Miss Sharon]

Your sense of meter and rhyme are excellent! And you tell the story well which captures the reader's attention. Bravo. ~Sharon

[Mick Burke]

Thanks Sharon

[Gee]

Nice Mick,good to read a free flowing rhyme

[Mick Burke]

Thanks Gee

[andrew mitchell]

A walk for both body and mind. a nice write Mick

[Mick Burke]

Thanks Andrew.

[Marie]

I don't have a dog to walk, but I walk by myself, and that really helps me to write.

[Mick Burke]

Thanks for reading Marie. Out in the fresh air is a great place to get inside your own head.