On the Trail (Mature) by Ken HarnischIf not for exploration or for
Sightseeing, why do we tread here?
Where the track is clean and
Narrower than most
And the mantle of the overhanging leaves
Lets neither sunlight nor wandering eyes despoil
It seems like a simple choice, an error of commission;
The road we took
That bent to the right while booted hikers
And their voices went singing off another way
And was it some cry from some wild beast
That led us to cling ferociously
In the middle of the track, or
The thought we might be lost
That had us pressed to each other
In this new, unsubtle way
No, my steps were deliberate
And yours calculated
And the godly silence of the forest
Was an ally, though God might not
Have countenanced such
Lusty hymns as the ones we sang
That morning, on the trail 03/06/2005 Posted on 03/06/2005 Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
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