It was one of those days.

The weather was schizophrenic

As the five of us

Got lost in the hills.

One person gave up

And went home;

A lack of preparation.

The four of us ate our lunch

Sitting under the dark trees

As the hailstones came down

And bashed the hell out of us.

But we laughed;

We all laughed.

It was one of those days

That gets etched into your mind.

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  • Myron Lysenko on Apr 4, 2008

    I like the plain direct language of this poem.

    And I love that first line!

    best wishes,
    myron.

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