I remember a hundred lovely lakes,
and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees.
The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk,
opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.
It has given me blessed release from care and worry
and the troubled thinking of our modern day.
It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful.
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins
my blood and benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail;
and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn,
my cares fall from me — I am happy.
Bon week end bisous