Backpacker Hike Poem by Holmes Jim

Said my good-byes and grabbed my pack,
I couldn't say, when I would be back,
Out on a hike to where wild things, roam,
Under the stars, and miles from home,

I climbed the trails, at a steady pace,
To find my way to an elusive place,
Well above the leaves that fell,
To see the place where eagles dwell,

I sat and listened to the warbler's song,
Then headed west, as I moved along,
Into the valley where the air was clear,
I came across some white-tailed deer,

I marched across the valley floor,
Crossed the river, to its western shore,
Passed below the trestle bridge,
That brought me to a granite ridge,

Off the trail, where the river splits,
Set my tent and I called it quits,
I ate a meal of rice and beans,
Then closed my eyes to pleasant dreams,

Up at dawn, to start my day,
I drank my brew, then on my way,
Back to trails and peaceful bliss,
To see the falls, that I dare not miss,

I feel at home where wild things, hide,
Out in this forest where I now reside,
I'll stay the course and wander free,
Hiking alone, where I love to be.