Wake up one morn
I’m already worn
Just thinking of
The trek so long
I pack some food
In my trusty sack
A gallon of water
I strap to my back
A first aid kit
Cell phone and light
Just in case
I get lost for the night
Some matches for
Lighting fires
My trusty boots
And camo suit
And now I’m good
After the hat
I’ll be good for the climb
Just not the way back
(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)
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