Best Hiker Poems

Yea, I'm living life on the road, traveling across the land,
I left my humble abode, with just my thumb on my hand,
I'm sightseeing and free....heading...

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I never thought I’d be the one
 To injure, re-injure, and re-injure my own thumb

 First time crushed between horse and steel fence
 Second time...

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I'm Mortimer Monkey!  My devilish side
will jump on the back of the elephant's hide!

I'll take unfair advantage
Even taking bringing my baggage!

While this jumbo sized...

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The passage 
narrows 
as I incautiously 
wedge onward. 
At this stage in the game
do I still have to worry
about finding the way back?
Why can't I...

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The canopy of leaves
                     ...

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She traces a  litter of  rising stars;
while exploring  a place blissful within--
or even feel  a desire to extend a timeline
where vicious...

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bluejay feather waits
hiker quietly notices
stuck it in his cap

written September 7, 2021...

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Sunday cockcrow nascent
aural essays reveal
laissez-faire raptures.
Enigmatic silken piece compost ushered in by
trenchant trademark tremulous signature.
Doe-eyed instrumentalist’s strident brass ensemble,
wakey wakey for the pier gazing loiterer...

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The forest wilderness calls when autumn arrives,
       It is the call of the wild beckoning to me;
Of brilliant foliage...

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I stand on the cliff’s edge and look down,
The falling stones, I hear their resound.
I close my eyes to feel the winds embrace,
I sense its...

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On blue-black beach the waves abate
and toss about the chips of slate
to wear the ragged edges round
ensuring skipping stones abound.

The swirling mist, the diamond drops
race...

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Confused


Unusually perplexed like an origami
Why is life constantly so hard for me
Turn off the sun I’ll still shine
But I can’t seem to get that in...

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If I were a blood sucking parasite
I'd hide in the stilt grass and wait
For the next feast to walk by.
Usually it's a deer or opossum,
But...

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This poem was inspired by the photograph titled, 'Running Legs,' by Lisette Model.


I was an experienced hiker, who had rambled down many famous trails,
Like earth's...

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Inspired And in awe of Majestic Beauty.
.
Stagnant moss and patches of lichen
Cling to weathered uneven 
Sandstone dry stone walls
Segregating lush green moorland
Surrounded by silent sisters...

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