Life Is An Adventure
For miles we’d walk the railroad tracks
with heavy burdens on our backs.
Each tie came closer to our goal
as if achievements of the soul
just to experience and then move on…
a precious moment now here, now gone.
How our eyes and ears would strain
for warnings of oncoming train
around the bend or before the bridge
not far from a heavily wooded ridge.
At times we felt the instinctive fear
when needing to jump clear
or run past rock-cuts on the way.
Sometimes you court danger and get away
unscathed by risks you choose to take.
Adventure called us to ‘Lost Lake”
and the well-hidden cabin we had,
built by my husband and his dad.
In all seasons, it was a welcomed sight.
There, nearby wolves howled at night
and moose left tracks on all our trails.
Wildlife and weather enriched our tales
embellished more with each repeat
after leaving our secret, rustic retreat.
For miles we’d walk the railroad tracks
with lighter burdens on our backs.
Each tie came closer to our goal
as if achievements of the soul
just to experience and then move on…
a precious moment now here, now gone.
August, 2000
Flowerpoet 