While hiking on a lonely trail,
My goal: another mount to scale,
And feeling rather wearisome,
I pause in sweet delirium
Upon a bridge where blows a gale.
I fain would other traveler hail
While hiking on a lonely trail,
But I’ll not wait for him to come,
For here I cannot stay.
Now feeling once more whole and hale,
I loosen grip upon the rail.
My pack swings like a pendulum
Back to my shoulder, burdensome.
Draw in a sigh, then deep exhale,
For here I cannot stay.
© 2017 Angela Umphers Rueger – All Rights Reserved
Photo taken on a trail on Skyline Drive in Virginia, 2014
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Thank you for sharing.
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WOW, you are some kinda poet–I’m stunned!
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And I’m stunned by your reaction. Happy, but stunned, knowing it’s just me. No one special, apart from the grace of God. 🙂
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🙂 He has always done extraordinary things with ordinary people–I think He must enjoy that most.
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I agree.
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🙂
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