Cohutta Wilderness Hike
December 2, 2012 § 2 Comments
What pleasure and what mirth doth it bestow
To walk along a path with one you know
So many little things there to enjoy
(Like vistas that are pretty as Quemoy):
For instance, that of camaraderie
Conversing as the soil does to tree.
Concealed amid the muted browns and tans
A color like a fire of many fans
A fire, ablaze, and seen from foreign lands
Pour une minute the universe expands
Just as the sun went back behind the trees
Before the twinge began to hurt my knees
We got back to the Rice Camp parking lot
One more hike that will never be forgot.
© Joshua Owens, 12/02/2012
Poem and photographs composed by the author.
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