Hiking Trail
I felt it beckon, then soon felt it sing
Words did ride upon a raven’s wings
Soon then risen from my winter chair
Thoughts on but one, heart looking there
My certainty yes, desire forged in time
Those bold snowclad hills, I now needed to climb
Gear quickly gathered, safely lain near the door
Planned out my departure, in the hours before
Then come again cast, the bright morning rays
Knew then deep in my heart, today was that day
Checklist did checking, then off and soon gone
Misty light whispering as it passed on the dawn
Brightened my window, with the coming of sun
Adventure commencing, my quest has begun
Temperature checked, yea, the mercury rising
Frost found in morning, but none compromising
With absent clouds sighted, and peace blooming outside
To the wind and trees, I do welcome their guide
My hiking trail, with great love, calls my name
Not owned one or many, this truth I disclaim
I’ve trod on it often, with affection call it mine
Mountainous heights and the cover of pine
Juniper scent and its icy cold streams
Everything gathered, the spot of my dreams
Whether winter or fall, in the summer or spring
The forest majestic, the trees they would sing
Snowdrifts or flowers, both bring beauty alive
And the beetles, and birds, bees in their hives
Lively steps into the elevation
Wonderous moments to enjoy this creation
Down below runs a river, one mighty and bold
Its waters are endless, for so I’ve been told
Cottonwood branches stretch wide up above
In the winter the eagles, the spring then the dove
Cattails fill the marshes, mullein the hills
Wonderous nature, often giving me chills
Alone in the cold, with not else by my thoughts
So, few do they realize, that we’re given a lot
Spaces green, and lands wide and open
Miles of tall forests, with tree-lines unbroken
Switchbacks they wind, as the peak comes in view
Each time that I summit, it feels I’m renewed
Such distance behold, for my gaze finding lost
Marvelous trails and the distance I’ve crossed
But the hiking trail, she calls, so again I then move
No one asked me to rate it, but I completely approve
And as the hours do pass, and the end in my view
Thoughts of hope and renewal, hence coming through
Additional Reading
R.J. Schwartz is an American Poet and Author.
His complete works on The Creative Exiles Website can be found here
The Gypsy Thread is a huge collection of his original work
Ralph also writes on HubPages
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