Member Poem

Trek To Serenity – James Fox

Sparce evidence of the new day
The creek’s murmur, soft, the Jays, loud
Dawn struggles through a skuttling cloud
Dying wind warns, be on your way

High mountain pass, we’ve yet to make
Yawn, stretch, pack, breakfast on the trail
Topo map inked, we shall prevail
Our hike cadenced to reach the lake

Trail re-sculpted by winter’s wrath
Toppled boulders and deadfall trees
Scorched rockfaces, trees dearth of breeze
Our toll, to trod on nature’s path

Deep breaths, water break and map check
Pace must be increased on our way
Gain the lake before dusk today
And in the twilight end our trek

Steadfast hiking, now in silence
Downhill, boots dusty, muscles ache
Crest of a hill, at last the lake
We pause to view, with reverence

Turquoise gem beckons, now so near
Aching muscles are forgotten
Trekking in silence, now broken
Cliffs and pines echoed back our cheer

Tents pitched along the verdant shore
Small talk, laughter, campsite fire bright
Dusk envelops shadowed twilight
Of this day, who could ask for more