National Poetry Month, V.7.0, Day 19

I was puzzling over what to write today, and decided to go for a little walk.  That always seems to clear my head a little and get me back to where I can put myself in the frame of mind to write.  It's something I'm getting better at doing, understanding how to put myself into the right spirit to be able to write, in order that I can, some day, simply pick up a pen and begin writing at any moment, and be happy with the result.  That's part of what this poetry experiment is all about - learning to find ideas, inspiration, and all manners of assistance in writing, and turning every day into something to experience - both for me, and for those who might read my words.  Some days are more inspiring than others, but that, I like to think, is where the "art" of wordsmithing takes over.  So today, I took a stroll and was reminded a little of the rural area in which I was raised, and the time I spent there as a child.  This was the result.

Thanks for reading,

Me

stroll

strolling,
letting the not yet hot breezes of spring
blow 'round me,
i am taken somewhere else,
escaping on the perfume of blossoms
as on a magic carpet,
to a meadow lush and green,
where the heady breath of hyacinth 
holds me close,
and i am a boy once more,
on adventures terrible and grand,
saving the world one day
and conquering it the next,
my wooden sword and imaginary allies
at my side,
as the breezes blow the blossom-petals,
a softer snow to surround me,
the stuff of legend 
in an ordinary world like this,
where i simply went for a stroll.