I want a day with a morning mist
that burns off
as the sun finds its way
through the thin trunks of Loblolly pines
along the river.
I want to *****
over logs and through bogs
and find my way around the bend
among whatever crawls, digs and hunts
along the river.
I want to feel like the first person
to sink my heels into untrammeled riverbank
and discover what raccoon and ****** know;
there is promise here
along the river.
I want to blaze a ****** path
and hear cracks, snaps, and squishes play a song
with each step of my boot
along the river.
I want to see what is
beyond the bend
along the river.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
I want a day with a morning mist
that burns off
as the sun finds its way
through the thin trunks of Loblolly pines
along the river.
I want to *****
over logs and through bogs
and find my way around the bend
among whatever crawls, digs and hunts
along the river.
I want to feel like the first person
to sink my heels into untrammeled riverbank
and discover what raccoon and ****** know;
there is promise here
along the river.
I want to blaze a ****** path
and hear cracks, snaps, and squishes play a song
with each step of my boot
along the river.
I want to see what is
beyond the bend
along the river.
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