Trails
Years ago
I flew a plane
Passengers and cargo.
Once met a captain
He was one of a kind
To some he, strange…
Several rises, falls
Promotes and demotes
Made it to captain
Then would lose two stars
And regained to return
Some times in sudden gain…
He was my passengers
Studied the desert:
"This is Nader's Track…"
He said and meant to walk…
I have been to many
Include the Andes
I walked the Inca Track
Che's Track; Death Track
And Caral's…
Now,
Again I feel like,
Time has come to get up
Walk and run or drive
Maybe too, water rides
On the waves…
This time though Canada's
Fur Track
First Nations and the White…
Hopefully will start
And on way end my life
By leaving legacy
Of a man who did; done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem