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Feb 2018
It wasn't even a trail
But we climbed it
For miles and miles

We were tireless
Soldiers of the Wood
Pressing on

With heavy legs
and pounding hearts
We reached the summit

Space there was slim
and the rocks were near the soil
Made the trees thin

We rested, just for a second
Out of water
We didn't worry

I smiled, for I was alive
Every breath:
A gift from the Wild

THIS IS WHAT WE LIVE FOR!

The primordial woods
Deep forests
and even deeper thoughts

The only time we got along
My dad and I
We're hiking

Tearing peacefully across the ridge
It wasn't even a trail, but

THIS IS WHAT WE WERE BORN FOR!
About hiking the so-called "Bandit's Trail" in Linville Gorge, NC with my dad
Joe Beau
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Joe Beau  18/M/The Void
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