Skip to main content

Poem: A Bad Day To Hike Is Still A Good Day To Hike

From the Desk of J.P.R on

Proud head cast downward

Rain drips off creased brow

Two steps, make a yard

Push on, prove a vow


Started 'fore break of day

Switchback upwards for hours

Summit is still so far away

Georgia trees are towers


At 5000 feet, the temp drops

Rain turns to pure snow

White up to boot tops!

Pushing worries low


Daylight grows stronger

Land below peeks out

not much longer! 

effort bests doubt


A bad day to hike

weather not ideal

A good day to hike

the summit surreal





Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Poem: Trees and Tornados

From the Desk of J.P.R on
Proud and mighty Oaks towered in the meadow Recalling nurture and growth begun ages ago Dad loved to nap in their refreshing shade One afternoon sky darkened with a sudden storm Twisting summer tornado began to take form Against rings of wood did nature invade Running from basement to his lovely trees Finding only splintered limbs he fell on knees Once peaceful meadow strewn by natures grenade A swift and savage motion he never foresaw His heart broke as he carried his chainsaw Pressed into the labor of a lumberjack The lifelong lesson of love and loss stain In sawdust and broken bark which remain and the dense firewood stacked high outback As the years passed and the trees proved warm He started what he was meant to learn When the time was right, he passed along "Son, You plant the seeds and prune the trees Cherishing lovely days in the summer breeze Naïve to what comes in the next dawn So you can fester in anger or heartbreak Rebelling from God's plan you shan't retake T...
Post a Comment
Read more