(about 1994)
"Five miles to Summit" it says.
"Five miles to Summit" it says.
My sturdy shoes will last
the dirt and rocks and mud.
After a storm, it seems all gray.
I can't see the top from here.
Always looking one step ahead,
I see all the holes, the loose gravel.
Every once in a while, I stop to rest,
and experience a "little thing."
A wild flower- it looks like a tinted weed.
But look closer; it's definitely a flower.
But look closer; it's definitely a flower.
God lives! To create such a beauty.
Sad that I only saw one
this whole time!
The trail is covered in them!
