THE TRAIL LIES PATIENTLY WAITING
AS INTO ITS ARMS WE STEAL.
INVITING…ENTICING BY ITS SILENCE…
PROMISING ITS HIDDEN SECRETS TO REVEAL.
THE SWIRLING MIST DISAPPEARS INTO THE MORNING SUN;
GHOSTLIKE SHADOWS ARE CAST UPON THE LAND.
THE LAKE'S WATERS, SERENE AND PEACEFUL
AS WE WALK ITS BORDER, HAND IN HAND.
WE WALK ON, SURROUNDED BY BEAUTY;
SOON THE LAKE IS FAR BEHIND.
THE PATH WINDS GENTLY UPWARD
AND WE BEGIN TO CLIMB.
FOLLOWING THE TRAIL AS IT TWISTS AND TURNS,
INTO THE WOODLAND WHERE LITTLE STREAMS FLOW.
FOLLOWING THE TRAIL OF TRANQUILITY,
LISTENING TO THE BIRDSONG AS WE GO.
THE TREES ARE WITNESS TO OUR BOUNDLESS JOY.
LITTLE FLOWERS NOD THEIR HEADS AS WE PASS BY.
GREEN MOSS SLEEPS UPON THE OBLIGING ROCKS,
LULLED BY THE WATERFALL'S GENTLE LULLABY.
THE TRAIL HAS SEDUCED US!
WE SPEND HOURS IN ITS EMBRACE.
FROM PEACEFUL LAKE TO MOUNTAIN SUMMIT,
TRANQUILITY TRAIL IS THE PERFECT PLACE!
 

This poem and photo used
with permission and
Copyright © Carole McLaughlin

           

 
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