Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
It’s a fight to wake up so early sunday morning. a hike was set up clearly no problem. motivation was built in or so it was perceived before gathering all four plus one getting lunch in the a.m. to eat in the p.m. five aluminum bottles filled with earth’s most purest element (water) on my back in a pack pulling perspiration from my pores. soaked. sore. rock hopping dirt treading it was fun it was work the stream we followed up. up to what could easily be called a piece of Heaven. the peace of a waterfall. source of the stream. then when we returned we heard the sunday morning man on the podcast behind a microphone inside four walls say, “i’ll take the elevator.”
0
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 6:15 PM UTC
sunday morning
It’s a fight to wake up so early sunday morning. a hike was set up clearly no problem. motivation was built in or so it was perceived before gathering all four plus one getting lunch in the a.m. to eat in the p.m. five aluminum bottles filled with earth’s most purest element (water) on my back in a pack pulling perspiration from my pores. soaked. sore. rock hopping dirt treading it was fun it was work the stream we followed up. up to what could easily be called a piece of Heaven. the peace of a waterfall. source of the stream. then when we returned we heard the sunday morning man on the podcast behind a microphone inside four walls say, “i’ll take the elevator.”
Written by
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 6:15 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem