The Hiker Poem by Frank Halliwell

At last the weekend has arrived
And time has come to now enjoy
Some relaxation with good friends.
Sand and surf are beckoning.

A bow of scarlet ribbon holds
In place her long blonde ponytail.
'No hiking now! ' Her mother said,
..Her concern was amusing!

The day passed in fun and laughter
Filled with fellowship and good times.
In the afternoon it ended
With the happiest of smiles.

But the night was fast approaching
And there's no bus for an hour!
'I'll just hitch my way this one time,
For it's only a few miles! '

It's said that all of life's a school
And that we learn from our mistakes.
Life would be more rewarding if
We learned from those of others.

I guess it's just a forlorn hope
Expecting things will ever change,
As long as kids are certain that
They're smarter than their mothers!

Off a bush track in the forest
Just a short mile from the highway,
In a lonely forest clearing
Circled round by silent trees,

Hangs a bit of soiled red ribbon
Caught among concealing branches,
And it flutters in the twilight
Shaken by the fitful breeze.