Come walk with me and be my friend
We’ll hike the path until its end
The primal feat of strolling the wood
Our kindred exchange is pure and good
Who will guide and who will show
We each know much but much to know
A birch from maple, fir from hemlock
Worlds discovered along our walk
Exploring new fields to expand our horizon
Seeking the truth and where it lies in
The real world diverges from being real
Perhaps in nature we can start to feel
The sun is racing our time is at hand
We must share the load to cross the land
There are pieces we’ll find along our way
To take and pass to others someday
The journey begins as a simple act
We join together and make this pact
Though the road is long and the peak is high
Let us promise now to attempt to try
Note: I wrote this poem quite a few years ago as a gift to my Dad. I dragged it out recently to re-read it after my son and I climbed Mt. Washington for the first time together. I think some of the themes apply to our RTB experience as well. Enjoy!
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