Wonderland Mishap

Wonderland Mishap Hiking to a mountaintop In the midst of winter’s chill When tired, I would camp; stop Alongside one of many hills This trail runs a hundred miles And I was in the middle Started turning cold awhile So I stopped to light a kettle In the mouth of a warm cave And, watched, as the storm began My only choice to stay safe Was staying warm if I can I built the fire and set in And, watched as snow piled up Hoping it wasn’t a bear’s den Just waited with a coffee cup Next day I was walled in Snow packed at the cave mouth Digging out, trekking again A frightening night, no doubt J.E.