Costello Creek Poem by Holmes Jim

Undercover of windswept trees,
With a heavy pack, in torrential rains,
I push on with steady ease,
Thankful as the downpour wains,

Down a game trail at a generous gait,
Past a pool where otters play,
Bone-soaked chill, I bear the weight,
And look for a site where I may stay,

With a cozy fire, my mood turns,
Blackness falls, shooting-stars streak,
I'll rest the night near a field of ferns,
Then continue down Costello Creek.

Jaholmes