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Red River Falls
12-31-2009, 12:13
Here is a little poem about hiking I composed:
To be on the trail is to be free.
Distance is covered with foot and knee.
Burdens lifted, carried on back.
All I've left is nothing I lack.
Life reduced is enriched existence,
when Rock and earth reward persistence.
Joy is a summit or a view.
Hope is dew when day is new.
Hardship is rock and rain and
Entering the human fray again.
Challenge is a long ascent
With legs and shoulders spent.
Yet this is exhilaration as well
It is why, like many, I tell
Of the rugged glory of the trail,
The footpath on which I set sail.
greg burke
12-31-2009, 12:19
WoW, thanks you just made my day, to coool.
Roughin' It
12-31-2009, 12:32
pretty sick. I especially like the 2nd stanza
mweinstone
12-31-2009, 13:57
long days of mud
toes of crud
fill my pan
mostly burnt spam
hike at night
days heat just aint right
longing for a woman
male hikers blight
stopping just a while
trips trials took my smile
slept on rocks last night
woke ready to fight
walked a mile
found my smile
my appalachian trails allright.
Red River Falls
12-31-2009, 22:18
Let's make a compilation and sell it to benefit some hostels or shelters or soup kitchens near the trail. :sun
It must be poem day today because I posted a poem on my 2010 journal that I wrote after my first Backpacking trip over Unaka Mountain in 2002. Not sure selling it in a compilation would bring in enough funds for the water for a soup stock.
Dances with Mice
01-01-2010, 00:11
Try to land on leaves
Not bounce off rocks or sharp sticks.
I tripped again.
Red River Falls
01-01-2010, 11:48
That is almost haiku. What is haiku again 5-7-5 (with numbers representing syllables per line)?
tripped is only one syllable unless you have a speech impediment :) perhaps ... Once again, I trip
Wolfmaan
01-01-2010, 12:08
They're both pretty good!
It's the rocks in the water that make the river sing
Some free time, an open mind, is all you have to bring
To wash away your cares, it's such a noble goal
And if you listen close enough, the sound will be your soul.
mweinstone
01-02-2010, 12:14
white blaze......
on a golden tree......
in the morning........
after my pee...
oatmeal gone....
wet boots on.....
sups ahead.....
ill look and see..
found a chick....
we did it against a tree.
Hiking is condensed life.
Not a poem, just a thought :D
Kegger’s “The Rainy Day (AT) Poem” (http://www.readingonline.org/newliteracies/rush/poem.html)
Dances with Mice
01-04-2010, 11:58
tripped is only one syllable unless you have a speech impediment :) perhaps ... Once again, I tripIn Georgia "again" is three syllables. At least. But then "once" and "trip" are also polysyllabic so... I like your revision.
white blaze......
on a golden tree......
in the morning........
after my pee...
oatmeal gone....
wet boots on.....
sups ahead.....
ill look and see..
found a chick....
we did it against a tree.
Okay, you officially made me laugh out loud at work...:D