I go to the mountains, to clear my muddled head,
to put away the noise, the sounds that never cease;
in the silence of the forest, I can rest my soul,
I can find my solace, and attain a thing called peace.
in the magic of a canyon, I recognize my very being,
in the swift and roaring rivers, I quickly find a place;
in the coolness of the morning, I breathe the frosty air,
from the valley, mist is rising, and I can kiss its face.
from the wind that passes by me, I begin to feel alive,
the path is slowly winding, through the Ponderosa pines;
I think of hikes I've taken, walks I've traveled in the past,
when I was in my youth, when I was within my prime.
I cannot climb as high, I don't hike so far or quite as long,
but I know the places where my heart is yearning for;
they exist for chosen ones like me, the solitary man,
I go back to them, when I can; there my mind will soar.
don't bring me pipe and slippers, nor the dreaded robe,
don't steer me to a couch or toward an easy chair;
give me my hiking boots, my sleeveless woolen vest,
my canteen, a wide brimmed hat, a granola bar,
my leaving, you'll just have to bear.
this is so well said ,I'm with you caption one hundred percent... ill print this out and put it on the wall!