Those Adventure Trips Poem by Monica M Engeler

It was six o‘clock in the morn,
The first views of daylight blinked away,
An empty coffee pot sat adjourn,
Everything seemed right for the day.

I felt ever light,
Not sure why,
But a grand trip favored right,
Why, I don't know why.

A mutter called me aside,
It turned everything around,
I snarled back without a whine,
You see, my trip has been bound.

I examined the world so clearly,
My journey in life will not be solitary,
My photographs share my journies so dearly,
A mutter will not erase me in solitary.

I raised my arms high crying words of comfort,
My trip mapped a long story into a week.
That moment went by with no effort.
Don't most ventures end ever sweet?

I saw so much in that time alone,
Mountains, lakes, and valleys were wide,
Little shops followed one by one on there own,
and blue skies blanketed the skies with pride.

Life feels so good for a time,
Good times are the priceless joys,