Long Trails

Vibram lugs 2 inches thick for edge work back when I was so young with mountains to climb the leather uppers with mink oil spread in the oven baked again and again Mountains I climbed and dusty trails walked like friends of old they still remain in dark of night as I do cry in fear I tremble and wonder why dreams of youth in spring of years golden sunshine that could never and a orange back pack on aluminum frame 4000 cubes that so much held Baseball mitts and skiing wax holstered canteens and hammocks of string wonder I now just what it will hold if the long road my feet will find when does come new dawn breaks life begins again and death flees away a sleeping bag filled with hollofil II will it then replace my King size bed nightmares were then a distant unfelt thing words on the news unknown to me if healthy lived kept active mind dreams then could grow keep nightmares at bay yet dreams now do end golden sun does set dark of night will fall cannot be held at bay again take up my staff and the backpack fill sturdy boots again to wear and on the road go away