Poetry Prowl

New ideas in new town.
Eager to track them down.
Pull door closed and lock it shut.
Don’t want to wake my friend up.

The stairs beckon.
I go on down.
To a new place.
To a new town.

I walk along the main street.
Sky is blue. Birds calls float in the air.
I head for breakfast and the lake.
What difference can this day make?

I pass the town hall where we will sing tonight.
Our banner is there with corners held tight.
Friends to meet and songs to sing.
I am hungry.
I will keep on walking.

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