Monday, October 10, 2022

Byron's sonnet

 A Hike

 

Tall pine trees swayed as if they were to dance.

Gray clouds crept quietly upon the blue.

We felt some raindrops tap us, just a few.  

We’d hike upon the trails and take our chance.

The storm seemed localized at our first glance.

We headed up the trail to see the falls.

The peaceful doves seemed calm with their soft calls.

The rough terrain grew steep at our advance.

 

We trudged and talked and laughed along the way,

While breathing in the fresh and scented air.

We reached the falls and rested for our stay,

And nibbled on some GORP, we carried there.

It didn’t rain, but cooled off by falls’ spray,

We ambled back down home without a care.

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