Best Trails Poems
Abandon Dead Trails And Thy Sybarite Lust
If Nature's earthen-fires thy bosom holds
and thy heart's countenance mind's eye thus sees;
life serves best those adventurously bold,
walking worn paths, resting under its trees.
Seek in truth the great beauty God has made
the opulence of colors in blue skies;
let not dark, thy human empathy degrade
to sorrows that in turn, love's joys deny.
Instead, denude kings of their purple cloaks
and the golden castles they have stolen;
take time to visit regale forest oaks,
ride the rapids of rivers swift and swollen.
Abandon dead trails, thy Sybarite lusts
in Nature's awe, seeking heart there adjusts.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-18-2018
Sonnet, ( Nature's Great Gifts And Its Awesome Healing Powers)
In a mountain valley
on a moody summer day
dark pink and purple clouds loftily hang
above dense dark evergreens
the clouds reflect on the narrow stream
as it winds along the valley floor
a storm is about to brew
swaying of bull rushes
that line the bank edges
among this thick foliage
delicate blue flowers bloom
this wide picturesque valley
has become a boggy area
filled with unknown dangers
no one would dare to thread
beautiful to look at
but like the coming storm
many dangers can unfold.
I Once Walked Scenic Woodland Trails
In the utter darkness of great forested nights,
those sounds call and beckon to me about life;
I am finding again my way into a bushel of lights,
a child, fleeing from this world and its strife.
Years of my youth, I walked scenic woodland trails,
a voyager across ancient and stoic seas;
Nature's beauty reigns supreme, all others fail,
wonders await amongst the tall, majestic trees.
Alas! Dark-winds come to shatter this beauty renown,
where my young feet danced and gladly roamed;
Man's arrogance and stupidity wants to tear it down,
After seeing it before, my heart sadly moaned.
Dare we, cry out for much more enlightened ways,
with greater understanding and loving hearts;
And seek always, for ever brighter forested days,
with this dream fulfilled, it surely restarts.
Robert J. Lindley , 12-02-2015
Note- So busy but my muse demanded I write this today,
this late at night. I need sleep!!
looking back knowing
it's not where we've been
but where we are going
life changes
and so should we
never shrinking always growing
leave more than you find
for those who follow
on golden trails glowing
That sad haunt of strings and piano
Sets the mood to that blue kind of high
And suddenly I am strung in the sky
With the clouds running through me
Chilling in me the crushing lullabies
I realize how significant they can mean
Why expect anything in return?
It is what you mean to me that burns
It is what you mean to me that sails me high
I wish in that moment…when the trails of melody ring
You would just listen to the song
And know what I mean
I wish you well
May your week sail
The Trails of Sanity
Why do I care if the disturber carries on
Why is it I cannot just wait it out, bide my time
Be more mindful, try and bond
Embrace what I don’t understand
Welcome the scorching taste in my mouth
I wait, I watch, and watch and wait
what seems a millennium
The afterglow of embers still burn
Just sit tight…
The day ends with a tug on the swatch
of the backpack, I doff it off my shoulders
I hear the trifles start up once more behind me
As my eyes wander upwards
As the Rigel star taps into my soul
As I surrender inward, a whispering voice
cues consolingly…
Here you are
Mind at ease
Free
My toilet paper
regularly trots
out of the bathroom,
throughout the whole house,
no, it is not trained.
If it were trained
I am certain
it would proudly
stay nice and neat.
My cat walks
it every
single day;
Toilet
Paper
trails.
The wonder of the dawning sun
Is majestic to behold
Ribbons surrounding trees and cliffs
In tones of flame and gold
Here, dazzling beams illuminate
A passage through the sea
Coloring the radiant crest
In warm serenity
A gentle time to plead for hope
As quickly fades its light
Where etched silhouettes blend and merge
Enkindling rise of night.
Brian Strand, 475
Aug 5, 2018
Exploring nature what do I see?
your beauty looking back at me.
What a pretty bird and bee.
The wind softy blows,
kissing the rose.
Peace by my side,
your pathway is my guide.
Death is no harder
than living
—when there’s nowhere left to go
(Lenape Trail: November, 2020)
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Anyone who mountain bikes on a wilderness trail,
especially where wildlife predators are known to prevail,
are all performing a very unsafe and dangerous thing,
that could end fatally or seriously life threatening.
Wildlife preditors like bears have very poor vision,
so when they see a blur moving fast off in the distance,
it looks very similar to prey desperately running,
and that will trigger the bear's predatory instinct,
and at the very least will pursue the biker for investigation,
and if you happen to mountain bike fast past a mountain lion,..
.. well, place a house cat on the floor and drag in front of it a string.
The mountain lion will respond to the biker in the very same fashion.
When it comes to wilderness trails, your safest option is walking.
At the end of their shows
Both Roy Rogers and Dale,
On horseback, would sing the same song.
It was meant, I suppose,
And it never did fail,
As a sweet way of saying “So long!”
For the message conveyed
As they crooned their farewell
Was, “We’ll see you again very soon;”
And the smiles they displayed,
More than words, would compel
Us to know that would be opportune.
So my husband and I,
When we’re taking our leave
Of our grandson, will sing “Happy Trails;”
And he knows it’s goodbye
But I truly believe
That more sweetness than sadness prevails.
Off the beaten path,
Falling leaves conceal the tracks:
Scurrying wildlife.
O my Lord these trails and tribulations that I am going through. I look for the reason, Lord why? Lord, what did I do? Now heavenly Father your ways I can neither understanding nor can I see. I just thank you Lord for holding on to me. Without you Lord I would have no control, loose my way and life's pressures would make me fold but your love for me is more precious than gold.
And you know exactly when to lighten the load. For Lord your trails we must face and except and you know we we can't do it without your help, as quite as it's kept. Now you don't do this just because you can, it's because you have a special purpose for man. You know we are full of sin and sin will not be allow in.
Lord you know this world is proud, selfish and vain, where many are willing to give up their souls for recognition, fame and gain. But going the way of the world is futile and without you Lord life can be really brutal. We brought nothing here and we will take nothing away, even though we gather things as if we are here to stay. It's vanity my friend, just chasing the wind.
For Lord you know us all too well, thick-headed, stubborn and will rebel, I am so glad you sent us a savior, to keep us out of Hell. So again, I thank you father because even through the trails, the tribulation, the stress and the strife. You will still make a way for us to live and enjoy Life... Thank you again. AMEN.