not all that long ago i hiked the Appalachian Trail actually, just a small part of it from Springer Mountain Georgia to the end of the Smokies hiking is a misnomer,for it would be more accurate to say Climbing the trail Flat did not exist nowhere,no how Along the way,on a FEW special days we (hikers?)might be blessed with this thing called, "Trail Magic" gifts would magically appear trail magic is what the old timers called it offerings on the trail, for the foot weary travelers
now, at first i thought it was all just a bunch of hooey i mean the best i did was find an old worn out shirt torn and tattered Man, i thought i got Lucky or the day, i heard a hot legged honey, whistling Dixie and thought she might be blowing mytune i never knew,cause it was strange music i didn't get the beat so nothing happened,which made me feel this gift thing on the trail ,well sounded fishy another TALL tale Like mountain elves and fairies i mean gifts on the trail the middle of nowhere Oh come on now however I was mistaken,cause i saw it i experienced it first hand as i rounded the bend on a descent and could See it down throught the trees in between a switch back cut on the mountain a basket overflowing full of fruits and eats Sitting there in the middle hovering,floating,golden light glowing my eyes trying to believe,that what i was seeing that indeed was a basket of fruit did appear all for my taking,to partake of these blessings i did receive,all from a complete stranger it did rattle me to my core,shook me to my knees,humbled i did feel then ,a few days<later it was repeated this time by a woman at the well a most magicial moment, to happen still A memory i will treasure she stood silently,long midnight black hair falling down to her feet wordlessly, she did offer to share from her cup clear cold spring water "where you headed"she asked "to the end of this section somewhere past the Smokies mountains"my reply then added "but I'm not sure where I'll be tomorrow' i said Her eyes met mine,and then she said "tomorrow is a long time from now" and i knew that was our last good bye
this is one cool "story poem"! I have no idea how one creates this. the fantasy magic works great - (being a deprived LX hiker I like it to) this is the first poem of yours I've read. I'll have to see what your others are like.
I am speachless, this awesome write has left me mute! I enjoyed taking this magical journey with you, Beautiful Mountain Man! Too bad Ya missed out on the Dixie Chick, Southern Women know how to please a man. May all yore trails be happy! SC
Yes, good hearted poeple do special things for "hikers/climbers" on the AT....anonymous gifts are the best kind. Too bad about the "Dixie" whistling hot legged honey though, maybe you should have tried whistling "battle hymn of the republic"....LOL
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Blessings,
Joyce B.
Thanks,
Dan
nothing like a little magic on the trail...
Walt
Myrna