hiking poem

[Red River Falls]

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]

WoW, thanks you just made my day, to coool.

[Roughin' It]

pretty sick. I especially like the 2nd stanza

[mweinstone]

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]

Let's make a compilation and sell it to benefit some hostels or shelters or soup kitchens near the trail.

[Hyway]

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]

Try to land on leaves
Not bounce off rocks or sharp sticks.
I tripped again.

[Red River Falls]

That is almost haiku. What is haiku again 5-7-5 (with numbers representing syllables per line)?

[Hyway]

tripped is only one syllable unless you have a speech impediment perhaps ... Once again, I trip

[Wolfmaan]

They're both pretty good!

[Penn-J]

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]

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.

[Tinker]

Hiking is condensed life.
Not a poem, just a thought

[veteran]

Kegger’s “The Rainy Day (AT) Poem”

[Dances with Mice]

tripped is only one syllable unless you have a speech impediment perhaps ... Once again, I trip

In Georgia "again" is three syllables. At least. But then "once" and "trip" are also polysyllabic so... I like your revision.

[slugger]

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...