by Paralee Dawson-Hayward
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
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While hiking day after day your mind is so free from daily interruptions. The following poem filtered through my mind one day while hiking for hours on end.
I’m just a lonely hiker, my name is Trapper Lee
I hike the hills and valleys, my soul forever free.
I’m only one of many, on that northern hike to Maine,
I’m hiking many miles each day, ignoring all the pain.
It’s Springer to Katahdin, that’s Georgia to Maine,
With my sister and my backpack, and occasionally with pain
It seems we’re always climbing that long and rocky Trail,
To the summits and the grasslands, their beauty we must hail.
Now the downward Trail is starting, to the gaps so far below
And the waterfalls go tumbling where the rivers gently flow.
The singing of the birds and rising of the sun
Is the only clock I need out here, my day has just begun.
It’s coffee, grits, or oatmeal to fuel our long, hard day,
Snickers, gorp, and raisins, more fuel throughout the day.
Not every day is perfect; some are really bad.
The aching knees, blistered feet, and bugs that drive you mad.
Now as the day is ending, the good outweighs the bad,
New friendships I am making at each shelter that I stay.
So when I climb Katahdin, this journey will be done
But at each day’s beginning, a new one has begun.
Mom, I know you’re watching, from the heavens up above
So this journey that I’m taking is for you with all my love.
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|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|You bring back memories with this poem of the days I would hike alone as far as my legs would take me, marveling at what nature would provide around every bend. I never have the opportunity to hike the Appalachian trail, but my seven years in West Virginia had me out in the wild whenever I had the time.
I miss those long walks. Miss them a lot. Like you miss your mother.