Hikes
Hikes toward the stairs of heaven
Walking on dirt on rocks
Mountains grow ever higher
Bob Dylan slowly knocks
Streams flowing filled with bugs
Tents pitched as coyotes cry
Natural mists created within
Walking stairways into the sky
Wilderness
It changed me drastically
Often I think
That only I
And the sky
Transform
(An I for a T)
Hikes toward the stairs of heaven
Walking on dirt on rocks
Mountains grow ever higher
Bob Dylan slowly knocks
Streams flowing filled with bugs
Tents pitched as coyotes cry
Natural mists created within
Walking stairways into the sky
Wilderness
It changed me drastically
Often I think
That only I
And the sky
Transform
(An I for a T)
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