The Hike

tankermone on Sep 28, 2010

To hike, to climb, to venture above and think!

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THE HIKE

The trail, it was a dusty one,

Wound up the mountain to the sun,

Which blessed me with its rays of light,

It’s warm embrace before the night,

Past rocks, and bugs, and weeds and more,

Scenery caught in my mind’s roar,

Scents of dust, dandelion and berry,

Always makes this trek so merry,

To hike alone or with a friend,

Contemplate or just comprehend,

Leather carriers moved me across roots,

I truly did appreciate these boots,

The thirst I felt while carrying on,

Was a small pittance for the beauty won,

At last, I, the summit reached,

My journey done, my mountain breached,

As I stood looking upon vista great,

The clouds, valley, and mountain – they sate,

My need for beauty and things so pure,

God’s treasures on earth should long endure.

PTR August 18, 2010

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elnavann on Apr 15, 2011
Hi – I liked this. The poem is great and I associate with it. I hiked a lot when I was younger and nothing can compare to the feeling of freedom and wonder you have when you are out walking

Hi there!