Walking

I am walking,
a strong step.
I hear the rhythmic fall of my boots,
the crunch of gravel,
the slip of mud.
My eyes are fixed on the track ahead
as it twists and turns,
rises and falls,
my eyes barely fall to my feet,
why would I watch each footfall,
when there is a destination to be reached
and a journey to be enjoyed.
Lift up your head dear son,
look around you,
life bursts out..
all about
and within.