Part 1
a '69 Chevy truck,
making its way slowly
up the old logging road,
centipede crawl, the scent
of the pines...
to a small clearing,
where we set up camp.
pitched the tent,
gathered wood for the fire.
enough daylight left,
we began the climb,
up the steep grade
to the top...
the cry of the bobcat,
startles...
then laughter, and we
moved on up.
an old rattlesnake sunning,
careful, go 'round.
we stood on the face of rock,
looking down through the gorge.
the air pure and heady,
the silence overwhelmed.
two hawks gliding down
beneath us.
for a moment then,
timeless...
i'd almost forgotten,
till a few drops of rain
on this morning's windshield,
brought it all back!
Nature is fantastic and fabulous! So is your delightful great to read poem.
I love the great outdoors also, and this just brings it all back.
To be out in the open free as a bird, Those was the days. A great poem.
Love a good nostalgic memory poem from a nice day, feel like I get transplanted to those places others have been. A lovely write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you've done it once again Eric: brought back to life within me a deep sense of spiritual longing... the call of the wild. Thanks my friend!