National Poetry Month: day 23/poem 23

Here's another poem from high school in the same form as Clockwork (last word of each line is first word of following line, etc.).


Walk

Walk through the Trees
Trees blowing in the Breeze
Breeze like cool Water
Water running down your Face
Face of a Stranger
Stranger in a stranger Land
Land of desperate Days
Days drift by Quickly
Quickly through the trees I walk