Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

many years ago
still at the cusp of "middle age"
I followed a compass course
to a spot I'd seen on a map -
a local topographic curiosity
well-known hereabouts only
to moose and bear -
and I've thought of that place often...
so yesterday
I returned
an unplanned excursion
this time steering by the sun
this time challenged by the uneven footing
this time crossing stone walls
only where handholds could reassure
my sense of balance...
and before long, I was there -
atop the cliff
looking over the edge at the swamps below...
and I felt a chill -
a shiver of pleasure
awash in a wave of triumphant joy
that I'd thought had died with my youth...
and after I'd turned back,
enormously pleased with myself,
chugging along the miles back home,
I thought,
"this has been a GOOD day..."

nuthin like it roy
an experience I'm familiar with and long to do again

Keep it up !

1thanks - the euphoria of finding & standing at that place again lasted the rest of the day. Hope you get to reunite with the Gunpowder once this winter finally quits. (I can hear the Millers calling....)