each new trail brings out the boy,
one more glorious chance to go back
to that age of innocence immortalized
in novels older than time itself, the wonder
so I search the maps looking for pathways
unseen by fading old eyes, well trodden entries
into the magic of nature waiting with open branches,
the music of rolling streams in my ears
like the enticement of the flutist nymph
old hiker
Re: old hiker
I know that feeling.
The wonder. Pure wonder..
The wonder. Pure wonder..
Re: old hiker
indeed, my friend
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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