above is a link to a .doc filed in my WordPress library; as far as I know, if you have MS Word, you can open this just fine; if not, please let me know; you see, I wrote the text and then tried to re-cast it, as it were, into a sidewalk shape using text-box blocks (not that clever, I know–and they wouldn’t transfer to WordPress); then I embellished the original text with a second conversation within about sidewalks; for just the original words, look below (no shape, though, and no second conversation)
Walking in Autumnal Days Away by C L Couch
And I simply like the fall is all
And walking down the walk
Past the library that is across
The street from the haunted house
Really, with tall and iron spikes
With arrow points along the tops
That make the rail, well, rail
[everything smushed into a sidewalk square, a new box opened, and so on]
And I simply like the fall is all
And walking down the walk
Past the brick place with a roof
That we could huddle under
Waiting for the bus to school
Or town—the fumes from passing
Trucks and cars also huddled with us
And I simply like the fall is all
And walking down the walk
Back then, I used to like the crunch the leaves
Even the chores to come that
Crunching would remind me
The dogs would need some care
And everything raked up and packed
And I simply like the fall is all
And walking down the walk
We’re told this winter will be milder
Which is fine with me, since I
Recall the season when the bridge
Fell down across the city river
But I’ll take a cold autumn, thanks
And I simply like the fall is all
And walking down the walk
The walk I have is broken through
With roots of tree, but so am I
Broken bricks and not-so-smooth
Concrete: am I not made of the
Same stuff, I think—but I do like
The fall and the unevenness of life
The walk, even upended, invites
And I simply like the fall and
Cold-autumnal days; the shorter
Nights are sad through there is
Good thought in the melancholy
And I like the walk and walking
It’s an easier exercise to do
Which is why, however wet or uneven
And I simply like the fall is all
And walking down the walk
And so let’s talk
clcouch123 
October 16, 2015 at 1:06 am
I like the fall too 😄
October 16, 2015 at 2:42 am
Great poem. I like the part where the poet says he is broken like trees breaking through the walk and that he is not made of concrete. I found it very illustrative, something I can picture of the speakers character.
October 16, 2015 at 5:11 am
Thanks. And, yes, we are broken like trees breaking through concrete. And concrete with its designed perfection is not us.
October 16, 2015 at 12:10 pm
Very nice imagery. I could imagine that haunted house perfectly from your description. I too like to crunch leaves in the fall.
October 16, 2015 at 5:36 pm
Thank you! I suppose we can make stuff up in poems, even make up the speaker. (Browning and Tennyson did that all the time.) But the house was real. I frequently walked by it.
October 17, 2015 at 8:45 pm
The first stanza remembered me of the old library I used to go while residing in Europe. I love the old buildings and it perfectly fitted for an old books but after the library moved it wasn’t that joy to go there. Though still love the scent of old books and always will. Thanks for sharing your poem.