Trail

Trail

Hundreds of trails I have hiked
many have I befriend and speak
birds roaming in skies, silent with watchful eyes
squirrels laying the open nuts along the sides.
Each trail is unique, named and unnamed
TonyLook, Limekiln, Priest rock, Black mountain
each bounded by a distance.
Most of the time, it is hike from start to finish
walking along, enjoying the view with pain and smile
sometimes when a fork comes in the path of journey
unknown, unframed signpost, a decision lingers in mind.
Is it the craziness in me or the poetry of Frost
I like to venture in the unmarked trail a bit more
go to some distance and see what lies ahead
there must be something good, a hiker’s joy!

Strolling in a park with friends in spring
a small lake and few trails leading to hills
saw a trail signpost labeled “Trail ends in bench”
For some, it was clearly a trail of perfect match
a small walk, a bench at the end to rest and enjoy.
Yet, I pondered what makes this trail unique
a narrow path leading up to a small hill;
a single wooden bench under the cypress tree
to sit and watch the blue sky or stars at night.
An emblem glued in the middle of the bench
few words of loving memory, left behind by a friend.
I wonder if we all need a bench at end of the day
quieten the thoughts, view the sky, smell the flowers
reminiscence the love sprinkled along life’s trail
in the end, only an emblem will remain
for the next hiker to enjoy the moment!

May 2019
--------------------------------

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Retirement Journey

A Pilgrimage - Walking on Camino Frances