Walking

I needed to post a picture with actual people in it for this post. There are mainly landscape or architectural pictures in my portfolio, but this picture really stands out to me as to what you can see when just out walking around. That is the topic of this post, walking through life. I rewrote a poem today after reading a review that someone had sent me long ago. It is a poem about life, and what we might go through as we walk down our paths we choose. I know one of the models in this picture. I had attended a soccer match that night. My friend was there with his company for an outing. After the match I met up with them to hang out when this young woman posed for a picture with my friend. If only I would sell this add to Coke, lol. Anthow here is the rewritten poem. The original title was not very thought provoking "Walking". I have a new title.

Ancestors - by Nathan Linhardt


my spirit is trapped
inside this mortal shell

waiting for the hour,
the day I am truly free

kept from flying,
quiet in solitude

images distract me
from what is true
in this complicated
existence we live in

bright lights pull me
asking me to stay
and fill my days
with nothing more

than the emptiness of vice,
than the blindness of folly,
than the absence of love.

we learn what they choose
to teach us,
those who look out
for our best interests.

yet what we really need
is the guidance
and wisdom
of every generation before.

this voice in me speaks
with conviction and truth
when saying to you
there is a way to be true

true to the spirit inside
honoring all those before
and walking the pathway
with many kindred souls.

Nate