12/11/2022
The Trail Leading Home
Crawling like a snake through the mountain pass
This trail leads home yet it could be your last
Put on rugged boots and your weathered hat,
Think of home, think of your lass.
Saddle up and prepare for mountain pass.
The heavenly realms are but spinning wheels.
We shan’t let their lethargy kill our will.
Still, each day, each night seems all the longer.
What won’t kill us makes us stronger.
Time is a foe with no end longer.
Diamondbacks rattle ‘neath shadowy cracks
But remain hidden; fearing hawk attacks.
Panthers roar and prowl around rocky scags.
In the distance Thunder roars
Lightning cracks as rain starts trickling down your hat.