A Stormy Escape (poem) by RaeLynn Teller on AuthorsDen

A Stormy Escape
by RaeLynn Teller → (All Poetry by RaeLynn Teller)
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I love to hike whether in the bosque of the Rio Grande, the mountains, or even the streets of Old Town. Those around me hate it when I go alone but sometimes I just need some private time. BUSTED.

A Stormy Escape A single snowflake ends my climb I must turn back to get to safety in time I love my mountain yet hate the cold And I must retreat before this storm unfolds Hiking is good for body and mind Had to get out, been feeling so confined Though breathing is hard at 7000 feet The burn in my lungs is so, so sweet I don my poncho still two miles out This storm is showing no signs of letup Even good boots can�t grip the slimy clay Having no footing is good reason to pray Slipping and sliding and landing on my butt Thankful when I finally see my old truck Not even caring about sludge on the seats The heater and mud tires are cherished treats Heading toward the valley, I look back The storm is clearing with minimal snowpack A convenience store yields coffee and chili Feeling good for a moment, my mind is free But my yard contains cars of family and friends Just thought they�d stop by on this lovely weekend No hiding where I�ve been or what I�ve done It�s obvious I�ve been hiking alone on my mountain Going by myself will catch me grief But I know their anger will be brief With peace in my heart I flash a smile Pouts, like the storm, will dissipate in a while

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on February 7, 2009

Sometimes it is very therapeutic to be alone with nature. Thank you for sharing this meaningful experience, RaeLynn. Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on December 17, 2007

Raelynn there are times when we all feel the need to be alone and for most of us there is a special place to go where we can feel the ease. Stay safe and as Felix says carry a cell phone and don't push yourself.
There are a lot of us who think of you.

newfie hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on December 16, 2007

The need to be alone and breath the fresh mountain air to clear the head and soothe the soul....

Be safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Well sounds like you needed to ther feeling that the mountain brings you and as long as you are not pushing your luck and taking along a cell phone...I think it is great for you.

hug
Fee

Reviewed by Carin Spirit

Solitide can be so serene. Love this. Thanks Carin

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

This is a very wonderful poem, a piece of your life, thank you for sharing. You go girl, do what you need to do to nurture your soul.
Peace, love, and light,

Amber "V"

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Very enjoyable poem; it conveys the step-by-step events of your retreat from the mountain and the anticipated scene on your arrival at home. I feel your reluctance to leave, but yet a caution that may have been a direct result of all the previous lectures you've received. When I was a teenager, I had the motto, "I'd rather be a chicken than a dead duck." It helped me to make wise decisions.
By the way, I'm glad you like to rhyme, too!

Connie

Reviewed by Gloria Gay

Reviewed on December 15, 2007

Wonderfully atmospheric and well worth the scold.

Reviewed by Kathy Armijo

B U S T E D!!!!!!!!!! is right!

You know how much I like walking, and you didn't invite me. Yep, you were in trouble, but glad that it turned out perfectly for you.

I love you --- Kathy

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

:) And after the pout, comes the sun...LOL Enjoyed this one, I, too, love the mountains, RaeLynn. Lived in Salt Lake City, surrounded by four mountain ranges, loved to go hiking. Not too many mountains to hike in Texas...LOL Well done.

(((HUGS))), love and Merry Christmas, Karla.