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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