Walking is an art a foot in front of another on and gone step by step down the stairs pass the rose bush into the sunshine across the bridge walking, jogging running, sprinting through the town through the world walking for endless hours being tired but reaching the destination by walking.
Stories of the old, From kings and queens, Atop Thrones of gold, To princes so bold. Stories of the past, From sailors and ships, On Seas so vast, To traitors on the mast. Stories of long ago, From lions and deer, By Rivers of snow To a friend and a foe. Stories of the holy, … Continue reading Stories Of the Old