I trudged the trail one morning dreary,
My limbs benumbed, feet so weary
Hummingbirds dive for dainty sips
A red tailed hawk alights on oak,
Angry clouds roll down like smoke
A fork in the trail what shall I do?
A dozen boot treads a crucial clue
I sneer at them cause I’m no sheep,
The untrod path I begin to creep
Alas it’s flooded impassable sludge
Luke’s no fool refuses to budge
I’m doomed I’m finished I’ve been forsaken
There’s usually a reason for the road less taken.
(Apologies to Mr. Frost and anyone who knows anything about proper poetry)
Story and photos from the Old Baldwin OVLC trail.