Walden

Standing on the thick yellow sand

The wind blowing in my face

My mind begins to flow as planned

As I believe I'm in space

The ripple of the water pushing towards my feet

The way Fitz was looking at me

I was surely in the hot seat

Pine needles falling down

The trees slowly started turning brown

We all picked up rocks to skip

And suddenly Malcolm decided to take a dip

Many people call it home

To me, it surely looked like Rome

The pond is full of history

Located in Concord, it's always a mystery

Who was this man they called Thoreau

Said he lived in cabin during the snow

Writing about the place he loved

A serene he would never get rid of

This man was said to be the best

Known as the man who has been blessed

His name was Henry David Thoreau

And Walden Pond was his home.

(Walden Pond home of David Thoreau)