What do you think of when you you think of hiking? Nature … solitude … beauty … escape? How about poetry? Yeah, me neither. But I did a quick search and there are some great poetic lines out there. One sight, allpoetry, gave a plethora of lines of poetry to read. I choose three for this wonderful Friday. So read and enjoy these Trail Lines …
La Latina Grande de Gredos by J.A. Hartley
high up where the rocks bleed water
and snow lies on the sky in crags
vast silent shadows float away over hill seas
and Almanzor stares down from a cirque in the round
thoughts obscured by drifting clouds
and sun meets snow on the glassy ripples
of a glacial pool where kites glide
and those in the refuge know
when the sun comes out, the cold will go
for a while. for a while.
Miles of Bluebonnet Meadow (silver) by Michael John McCrae
miles of bluebonnet meadows
fed by the rippling, bubbly river
reflecting noon's sun as a prism
lightly chilled gusts of air
there's no way to escape the ease
surrounding hills happy overseers
steps become brisk
meadowlarks call every hill cries its echo
of birdsong in reverb accompaniment
Nomad by James A George
A nomad wanders there,
to be away from the crowd,
hiking along a path
that seems never to end,
because it doesn't.
Follow the river,
or climb to the peak;
the water is essential,
and high ground is
where visions are born.
Lush and green
it may be, or brown,
rocky or sandy,
off the beaten path,
everything is possible.
Trail Lines … I like that title. I claim it if no one else has previously. So maybe you have a poetic twist inside you. Share with us. And maybe, just maybe I’ll write a tome or two. Till then, enjoy these.
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