A walking stick our only companion,
Compass & map does nothing in life’s canyon,
Got to pick the path that seems to fit,
Otherwise you may find yourself quite deep in sh**…
Using advice learned,
For this hike you have yearned,
Up to the top of living mountains,
Down the other side to end at of youth, fountains…
Power bars to eat,
A bit of water to help with this feat,
Clothing optional but necessary are shoes on your feet,
A rocky road we do tread,
The longer our stride the further we find we have fled…
No stopping to sleep, eat, nor drink,
No way to wash so we must stink,
We traverse beyond our personal limit,
This we must do as much as possible in sync,
Heading for the precipice and eventually our personal brink…
© ed ~ 8/23/05
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Flowing like a rhythmic water!
Senssational piece my friend!
peace',
Rich Criso Suarez
Do visit "Harkerville -Kranshoek Hiking trail" link...and walk my beach and shorline with me!!
Love Tinka
different for you it is, but very profund.
excellent flow & rhythmn & ryhme. Wisdom in every line.
like to see more of this side of you. good job.
TX
Otherwise you may find yourself quite deep in sh**…
How sadly true, my friend, and I think this is one of your most profound statements yet. And thanks for this powerful reminder to keep my eyes on the treachorous trail ahead.