Childhood and Youth Hikes With Dad
Sit down here on this mountain pine covered ridge
Wait for the mid-morning sun, about ten o’clock,
See now Blue Point canyon and air turn thick blue
“Look! Look Mom! It’s blue.”, the whole air and canyon of rock.
Hike in the San Francisco Peaks wintertime shadows
Fluffy snow heavily falling peaceful feeling to know,
Deep snow, I see a male mule deer five point running towards us
Buck tries to stop, slides, entangles antlers in brush and snow.
Hike all day, fresh spring rain, seeing wash, and Arizona mountains
Red velvet mites, birds, rabbits, spring flowers, desert trees,
Hop in truck and go to Circle-K buy Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups
Little cups package of forty, and I eat 28 with taste bud tasty breeze.
Desert hike in Indian reservation meeting warm hospitable natives
I like their colors and turquoise blue jewelry culture,
Friends always hiking with us in Arizona desert sun
Spring runoff shows gold dust glitter in the sand and in the sky a vulture.
God Almighty created all this beautiful country of ours
Giving sun and rain, life and spring rain breath,
Then it was Dad that showed Arizona all to me in slow hikes
My eyes, ears, nose, mouth, skin, mind, and spirit soak up in depth.
Copyright ©
John Washburn
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