Long Hiked Poems

My Last Las Vegas C.E.S. (1)
(A Memorial Poem)
I long counted Steve Bristow a friend (1) and we'd fly off to lunch
some days (Steve would get 'hours in' he needed for license - small planes).
It was...

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Written in summer of 1976.


I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessmen from Campbell Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each day
Of Coca-Cola mixed with hay

And talked of pending corporate plans
And willow-haired orangutans.

I spent...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV Part Two
                 II

The first signs reek tell-tale
Buffer-to-buffer...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV
 Part One                     ...

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The beauteous days of summer were here at last,
And the primetime of nature was coming so fast!

We sat on the porch, watching a lazy day go by,
With no interesting views, to gladden our eyes.

Then one...

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I was a private detective, and I was deemed one of the best,
As the colorful tulip fields, are forever attracting guests.

My skills seemed often in demand, and indeed kept me moving,
As gold days seem to...

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This is the story of my life,
So filled with joys and strife;
This is the story of my days--
Through countless doorways!

This is the story of my dream--
And of my shimmering moonbeam.
This is my brief tale of...

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Feeling my way out of darkness
I found myself in the spotlight of marvelous dreams come true
Feeling my way out of distress
I am bound to find you, locked up inside the tower of nightmarish blue

Looking forward...

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it was sizzling hot    scorching   blazing   sweltering -
    oh the unbearable heat   (from the relentless sun above)
the sweat was rolling off me in...

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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 charming, 365 day tales, of its seasonal, sightseeing avails.

I'd trekked...

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We also liked to play on the monkey bars during recess.  One day Dena's skirt
fell off and she was so embarrassed that every body laughed at her.  Dena
pulled up her skirt and ran...

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This happened about fifteen years ago.
My son and I were camping in the woods.
He pitched the tent in a forest with a clearing.
We took out supplies to build our campfire.
He was about eleven at the...

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How I Got Rich and What Happened Then

I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessman from Campbell's Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each day
Of Coca-Cola mixed with hay

And talked of pending corporate plans
And...

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It's a dreadful land,
And it's long been banned,
     By the one's that fought it's snow.
But, it's full of gold
In the stories told,
     And I knew I had...

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Oh, yes, angels are real ...

Late fall of 1974, just after Halloween -
I was driving home from prep school one Friday afternoon,
After a long week of intense studies and soccer ...
On Interstate 295 between Yarmouth...

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Birdie’s Bar
August 19, 2008

To the old Plymouth
Mom came to salvage her brood
We’d hear the crunch of gravel beneath her feet
She dragged us three sleepy eyed girls
Sullen
Curious 
Non-entities
We took our mealy mouths up and followed her
Out...

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Timothy was an Irish Leprechaun
Who lived in the place where his family was born 
In a house in a hole at the base of a little tree
And thought the world was a wonder to see

He...

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Lily – Shane – Buddy
By Franklin Price
 07/24/2022

Lily, Shane and Buddy
Bringing sunshine to my door
In just a couple hours
Might just be a little more

Driving in Shane's brand new truck
Been on the road about a week
They're...

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I have seen men carved from stone
rising above the Black Hills,
I’ve seen ancient trees born back when
Ceaser still worked his will,
felt a thundering water pound down,
and from four Great Lakes drain,
I have known the prairie...

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I look out my window,
And I see the sunset.
God it feels like forever,
Since I’ve last seen one as beautiful.

I look out at the deep shades of crimson,
And yellow, more gold than yellow actually.
All the colors...

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"Lake Tear in the Clouds" was an indescribably pretty scene
Lewis Pugh hiked in the rain; clouds lifted, he felt serene.
He dove in, swam through hemlock, maple, ash and birch
An adventure starting in nature's wooden church.

Vanderwhacker...

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The Journey
by Robert J (Bob) Moore ©2020

We used to live in Manchester, in England, the UK
till one day our dad said, we’re going to move away
Australia’s where were going to, a land of sand and...

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He was sitting just there,
Suddenly she came shouting shrill,
Its time and you have to leave,
He reluctantly took his manila,collected his glasses,
And made for the door,
He hiked himself on a bus,
And landed at the Tube,
Wading through...

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Dear Self,

I have taken a moment to write,
Since time is walking briskly. 
How are you faring?
Do you still get excited with the changing season and smell of rain?
Do you still sit out in the cool...

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I got to know her on Pacific Crest Trail's ridge
It was a water shed transition in my life.
With best friend Kim, my wife to be (or not to be) , 
Georgia and Kim already three...

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