The rhythm of walking somehow induces the flow of verses.
So here is another walking piece:

I went and went
Without an end
Through fields and up the hill,
So welcome was the wind‘s embrace,
The world around stood still,
I felt the chill upon my face
As if a crisp caress of lace.
And as my soul felt deaf and mute,
Wind played tree crowns like a lute
To solace me in solitude,
The skies were blue, the sunshine bright,
My sorrow turned into delight,
But even so the parting‘s pain
Shall in my heart forever remain.