Long trails

book 15

Vibram lugs 2 inches thick

     for edge work back when

     I was so young

     with mountains to climb


the leather uppers

     with mink oil spread

     in the oven baked

     again and again


Mountains I climbed

     and dusty trails walked

     like friends of old

     they still remain


in dark of night

     as I do cry

in fear I tremble

     and wonder why


dreams of youth

     in spring of years

golden sunshine

     that could never and


a orange back pack

     on aluminum frame

     4000 cubes

     that so much held       


Baseball mitts

     and skiing wax

     holstered canteens

     and hammocks of string


wonder I now

     just what it will hold

if the long road

     my feet will find


when does come

     new dawn breaks

     life begins again

     and death flees away


a sleeping bag filled

     with hollofil II

     will it then replace

     my King size bed


nightmares were then

     a distant unfelt thing

words on the news

     unknown to me


if healthy lived

     kept active mind

dreams then could grow

     keep nightmares at bay


yet dreams now do end

     golden sun does set

dark of night will fall

     cannot be held at bay


again take up my staff

     and the backpack fill

     sturdy boots again to wear

     and on the road go away




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