Random Poems

Hiking On A Saturday Afternoon

I love hiking on my free day.
I can go every which way.
I want to go up the highest mountain,
And the down to the river fountain.

Though difficult and tiresome,
It will make the trip less troublesome.
I can use up the start of today’s energy,
So tonight I’ll dream well of my epiphany.

I trekked over rock and boulder,
Seeing the plants and animals have slowly gotten older.
I smiled up at the sunny sky,
I watched an eagle soar up high.

Squirrels leapt from bush to tree,
And in this moment I felt truly free.
Steeper got the path,
More I felt the wind’s harsh wrath.

I took a moment to stop my walk,
Resting upon a fallen tree, I began to talk.
“Oh wind, can you please be warm and calm,
Or whisper quieter your meaningful psalm?”

At my call the wind obeyed,
In my ears its soft whistle laid.
I closed my cold, dried eyes,
And listened to the songs of the wise.

With satisfaction from the lullaby,
I decided I went high enough and said goodbye.
I stood back up and left the windy sound,
Down the mountain I had bound.

I was careful not to trip and fall,
But I really did not care at all.
I only stopped when I reached the river,
I watched the animals flee and quiver.

I didn’t care that the creatures were startled,
Their speech was, still to me, all garbled.
I stood by the water’s edge,
And stared down from the beach’s ledge.

The water roared and stirred,
The salmon swam against it, undeterred.
I stayed and watched silently,
After an hour I stood and more animals scattered frightfully.

I looked down at my watch and sighed,
I began my journey home, filled with pride.
I had gone farther than ever before,
And next week I’ll go farther more.