Thursday, September 26, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Bref Double


We wake up at the crack of dawn.
We tug on jeans and pack a lunch.
Fill water bottles to the brim.
And comfortable shoes a must.

We drive to vacant parking lot,
and make a quick stop at the john.
And now we’re ready to begin.
It’s up to mountain top or bust.

We hike for miles then sit upon
a rock, a log or rustic bridge.
Then back we go and spot a fawn
which runs behind a shady limb.

We’re tired but make ourselves go on

until we’re back when light is dim. 

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