A Hike
Driving to the trail head
With the crunch of gravel under the wheels.
A slight chill before starting out
That disappears within minutes on the move.
Walking through a forest with leaves on fire
The reds, yellows, and oranges lighting the whole landscape.
Suddenly the cry of a little bird
Disturbs the peaceful silence.
Turning around the corner
The roar and crash of a river is audible.
The swish of a little breeze
Tumbling down the canyon and nearly knocking off a hat.
Sitting on a rock by the stream
The sun shining down and slowly baking everything in sight.
Leaves float to the ground
And crackle under foot on the last legs of the journey.
Finally arriving at the destination
The quack of ducks on the water fill the air.
Little caterpillars crawl across the path
Orange in color and matching the leaves all around.
A chipmunk suddenly darts away
Causing a small bird to scold and scream.
Peaceful sounds that form autumn.
Driving to the trail head
With the crunch of gravel under the wheels.
A slight chill before starting out
That disappears within minutes on the move.
Walking through a forest with leaves on fire
The reds, yellows, and oranges lighting the whole landscape.
Suddenly the cry of a little bird
Disturbs the peaceful silence.
Turning around the corner
The roar and crash of a river is audible.
The swish of a little breeze
Tumbling down the canyon and nearly knocking off a hat.
Sitting on a rock by the stream
The sun shining down and slowly baking everything in sight.
Leaves float to the ground
And crackle under foot on the last legs of the journey.
Finally arriving at the destination
The quack of ducks on the water fill the air.
Little caterpillars crawl across the path
Orange in color and matching the leaves all around.
A chipmunk suddenly darts away
Causing a small bird to scold and scream.
Peaceful sounds that form autumn.
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