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hardwood memorieswell-rooted, time-tested, safe~ hiking in mind's woods......Mark Toney © 2021.5/15/2021 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you)
Disoriented in a deep forestnoticing a strange looking treewhose dry bark was greatly gnarled,camouflaged well within its trunkthrough its knots it appeared like an old man with a long beard of white
Splish Water laps over my hiking boots As I ford my way upstream a Wild highland river The wind gusts with an exciting promise Of grandeur just uphill. Breath heavy Heart light
Waves crash gently upon the shore as the tide roles in-n-out. A semi powerful breeze cools the air Standing 4,081ft up, I open my eyes to a 360° view of the Green Mountains. Wind rustling the leaves of the trees.
p walk u look d o w n
I troll along this narrow path,Taking my time and refusing to be rash,As I walk through this brush I collect small treasures,Large in meaning, but small in measure,Red stones is what I search for,
It was a cold night January, maybe February Midnight Our breath in the air in front of us. We walked 2 miles to get to the butte. The ascent took 20 minutes in coats and tattered sneakers.
One man has one live. How he chooses to live that life is the reason he lives. The man may not know who the queen of England is. Or what the square root of 9 is. But the man continues on.
She has curves that will take your breath away. She has peaks that will give you vision. Time does not exist, when you feel something like this. She has given me strength to move forward.
Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Catchy, cuddly, and cute. Have you considered its true meaning? Just keep walking. Just keep walking. Not catchy, not cuddly, and not cute.
In the summer dawn I took to the mountain and field, Hopping the creek, and breathing the spearmint yield. Passing the pond, I startle the heron perched in the pine,
what does it mean to be complete? is life a school to teach us classes that complete, whether we learn or not? is it a stairway that we advance to the next step the same way everyone else does?
impressions left upon grounddigging deep into the earthwalk on the narrow pathjourney alone, deep in the woodswarm air fills my lungs deep breath inand out
I’ve found Uranium and played with it. I’ve been to the top of Mount Whitney in the freezing cold. I’ve studied petroglyphs in rocks. I’ve gone through caves that most people don’t know exist.
Emerging from Pentagon Metro Stop,Escalator-tall,Scarved by Mother,Booted by the Cat's MeowThrift-store back in Corvallis,I realize and remember thatThe last time boots felt this way
I seek adventure I know not where I go I'm not an extremist for I dare not go there I seek a strolling adventure one that has beauty and time and power and sweat to get there