Trekking the Unwary

Trekking The Unwary The beauty of this day, or is it the night Cynical her way, Alaskans weathers her blight The touch of her nature, the chills from her bite Broken mobile, lost alone, this plane of sight My family thoughts, as it renders me warmth For the hardened ground, this snowflaked swamp Alone, and here upon this land, Alaskan cold, the Northern sand No helpful hope, no rescuing plan The point of center, it's the no man's land Which direction I go, two choices in hand Continuing towards, the summer home abode Or turn another, towards the Trappers, journeying road For now into the forest, between the trees A cozy nest to find, simple spot avoids the freeze I'm awakening in morning, now it's time to go Head towards the Trapper, I remember this fellow. As my hunger grows, I look upon the trees The vines, the berries, their frozen leaves The day goes by, I trek some more Weary I thirst, hearing a river, the sounds adore I follow its sound, more and more, closer profound A watering hole, and the animals around Quenching my thirst, I see my dish Beautiful is nature, offering me this fish I made a stake, from the branch I break Into the stream, I go, as I stab and take A quicken fire, the scent of roasted fish I make Now fulfilled my desire, my stomach won't ache In a corner my bed, sweet dreams tonight relate. Awakened by the sound, loud and frightful, miles around A dreaded bear, larger than a car, his territory I fear Without a thought, with my stake I flee The sounds of his victim, his saliva tasting me Luckily I see, standing, a life-saving tree I leap upon, I climb this one, bruises gained, my hurting knee I gained some height, and below my plight This animal gazing at me "Go, and leave me be!" "Leave me alone, get away from me!" And in his failure, attempts to push this tree Growing weary after, his brawl subsided with me Trembling I was, but not of the weary cold But delighted, I'll live today, as tomorrow my story's told I trekked each day, all of the 200 mile Towards the Trappers home, hopeful feelings inside Through forested cold, and the fearful wild This guy I knew and handshake we do Greeting me, a warm, and welcoming smile... S F B Trekking the unwary January 3rd, 2017.