Walking


Walking Earth,
Move under my feet, under my stars,
Pull up to me through valleys
And fall from me on the mountains.
Walking Earth,
Spin with me in west
And against me in east.
Pull nighttime to my doorstep
And morning to my bed.
Walking Earth,
Move under my feet, under my years,
And forever keep me walking

Copyright © 1975-2005 by Brian Elroy McKinley