Helena had always wanted to be a professional hiker more than a bit.
Her parents thought it dangerous, and tried to talk her out of it.
When she was eighteen, she got herself enormous hiking boots.
And proved she could master mountains, bears, tigers and bandicoots.
Her parents were astounded, to them she was just a baby.
She laughed at their consternation and joined the navy.
The navy got her ready to become a guide full time.
She was marching herself all over by age twenty-nine.
A crooked hiking stick, short blue cut-offs and a tiny bird.
Followed her up and down, as she ate strange goat curd.
Helena was an adventurer, an explorer, and a hiker too.
Wearing striped socks, carrying her bed roll, blue.
Her parents backed off when they saw her joy.
She sometimes passed by to yell “ahoy!”
On a pirate ship or a submarine.
She only lingered in their dream.
Categories:
hiker, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
The hiker knows well
that he can't stop walking
he being a nomad of his own identity
Categories:
hiker, adventure, allegory, allusion, analogy,
Form: Light Verse
Omelas, you foolish wicked city.
Cease your willfull ignorance
And do not walk away.
Paradise built on oppression is hell.
Exalt your brother.
Exalt your sister.
Omelas, you wretched rotting heap.
It is not your victims who reek.
It is you.
Perfumes cannot quench your stench.
Go down.
Sit in your filth and listen.
Learn from the sages.
The cost of understanding is beyond measure.
Wisdom purchased with human sacrifice.
Oh, Omelas,
Lift, heal, exalt
And beg for mercy.
Categories:
hiker, america, racism,
Form: Free verse
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 bitten by a cat in defense
Third time sadly was self inflicted
An accident of course…
None the less thumb thinks vindictive
This time though it’s nice to know
That I am self dependant…
I licked my wound and stitched myself
Saving the cost of the Corporate Medical Boss
A little self- med and off to bed…
I wonder when poor thumb will fall off?!
Categories:
hiker, crazy, funny, hurt, irony,
Form: Light Verse
Another poem from my novel, 'The Girl at the Rest Stop.' The story is about a young girl who was abandoned, rescued by a man, (PJ) and eventually adopted by PJ and his wife. I use poems---pertinent to the following chapter---on the blank pages between chapters.
Palaver and the Hitch Hiker
by Els Worth
While traveling down the road today
You told me much aboutcha.
And I’m quickly learning I can’t
Live a day withoutcha.
You told me all about your life,
And how you got that grit.
You have such joy and humor,
Not to mention all that wit.
You’ve lived a life so rough and tough
I don’t know how you survive.
But it’s what you’ve 'not' said to me,
That caused me to surmise.
But when the sun is finally set,
We’ll go our separate ways,
My joy will turn to sorrow,
And my skies will turn to haze.
I know,My Friend, I’ll miss you,
And that's what we have to toast.
But when I tuck into my bed,
It’s your Palaver I’ll miss the most.
Categories:
hiker, abuse, adventure, child, travel,
Form: Rhyme
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
just let the days lighten, darken,
terminate?
Categories:
hiker, adventure, age,
Form: Free verse
Death shrieks a pebble
Down the dusty-road
Corn stalks and spiders sing
Silence and division
Gravel shouts boot-heels
A steel beast hums a rusted ode
As crows and eagles implode
The clouds float a witness
The wind blows sweet distress
An engine fires a scream
A hiker gasps a dream…
Categories:
hiker, spiritual, visionary,
Form: Free verse
The Hiker
Frank Halliwell
At last the weekend has arrived
And time has come to now enjoy
Some relaxation with good friends.
Sand and surf are beckoning.
A bow of scarlet ribbon holds
In place her long blonde ponytail.
'No hiking now! ' Her mother said,
..Her concern was amusing!
The day passed in fun and laughter
Filled with fellowship and good times.
In the afternoon it ended
With the happiest of smiles.
But the night was fast approaching
And there's no bus for an hour!
'I'll just hitch my way this one time,
For it's only a few miles! '
It's said that all of life's a school
And that we learn from our mistakes.
Life would be more rewarding if
We learned from those of others.
I guess it's just a forlorn hope
Expecting things will ever change,
As long as kids are certain that
They're smarter than their mothers!
Off a bush track in the forest
Just a short mile from the highway,
In a lonely forest clearing
Circled round by silent trees,
Hangs a bit of soiled red ribbon
Caught among concealing branches,
And it flutters in the twilight
Shaken by the fitful breeze.
***
Categories:
hiker, angst,
Form: Verse
the sun set beneath
wings of angels soaring on
clouds as night draws near
C. Alvez
Categories:
hiker, nature,
Form: Haiku
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 taxi....gives me a ride!!
Categories:
hiker, funny,
Form: Limerick
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 somewhere...
with no better place to be, in my world of no care,
Yea, I'm hitch hiking....thumbing for a ride...
half broke, left home, roaming the countryside..
like a tumbleweed blowing across the USA...
those miles keep growing behind me all the way,
I'm sightseeing and free, headed somewhere,
with no better place to be, in my world of no care,
Yea, I'm living life on the road, traveling across the land,
sometimes the nights get cold, but the sunny days are grand,
I'm a hitch hiker, hope to catch a ride,
meeting new faces, across the countryside,
like a tumbleweed blowing in a gentle wind...
with no better place to be...than where I haven't been,
I'm sightseeing and free, in my world of no care,
with no better place to be than going somewhere.
Categories:
hiker, adventure, imagination, life,
Form: Rhyme