Tuesday, July 21, 2009

A Little Poetry

Okay, since I've just returned from the mountains, I thought I would share a bit of poetry inspired there a few years back. This one is for Daddy, the one who taught me to hike the timberline trails:

Maybe you don’t know
Because I’m always right behind.
You are the one I’ve followed
from day one.

Place your foot and lift off.
I take a breath, count a rhythm
in my mind. One, two three,
Here I go, in your steps.

Continental trail or meadows high.
I have invested faith knowing that
not even this divide can make me
lose the pace.

Because, Daddy, it’s not just my feet
that have followed one step behind.
In heart and mind, I’m right here.

Just a step behind.

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