Old Bones on a Long Hike

Old Bones on a Long Hike

Traipsing along under vanilla skies,
the splatters of rain came as little surprise.

Then the spray of the sea salt blew into my eyes,
providing my tears a means of disguise.

Climbing the hillside, away from the surf,
my ancient legs struggled with the rough turf.

Once I tripped lightly whereas now I trod
with difficulty over each giant clod.

But then a companion looks down from the view
and points out it’s wild ginger we’re struggling through.

Regaining my humor, I start to have fun,
always a sucker for a corny pun,

for without a clue and with no way of knowing,
I’ve been gingerly coming and gingerly going.

 

For the dVerse Poets prompt, we were given a list of spices and asked to include at least three in our poem. I couldn’t find a picture of me hiking lately (for good reason) but could only find this photo of me in my twenties, perhaps imagining how I’d be fifty years from now ????

30 thoughts on “Old Bones on a Long Hike

    1. lifelessons Post author

      Thanks, Eilene. I was combing thousands of photos for the picture of an old woman hiking and finally decided I’d never find one.. Then this one popped up and seems appropriate although it wasn’t an old woman and she wasn’t hiking…ha.

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  1. kim881

    I love this, Judy, the way you wove the spices into the poem is perfect! And I love the rhythm and couplet structure that feel like I’m walking with you. I especially love the lines:
    ‘Then the spray of the sea salt blew into my eyes,
    providing my tears a means of disguise’
    and
    ‘…without a clue and with no way of knowing,
    I’ve been gingerly coming and gingerly going.’

    Like

    Reply

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