Why I Saunter: Revolutionary Rhyming Poem

Many times I walk fast.
A few times, I run.
But mostly I just saunter,
because observing is such fun.
And I see more.
For sure.

Wildflower Canoe View: Revolutionary Blogging Iambic Poem

Some may hike.
Some may bike.
They’ll rush
to
view
Indian Paintbrush.
Or walk for hours
for glimpses of alpine wildflowers.

But to have seen
duckweed green
and water iris blue,
I canoe.

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Why Be You? Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

She, alone, stood
and, debating her own best good,
faced down the gaping abyss
of conscious solo loneliness.

She knew another decision would
be, by others, easily understood
if she, reconsidering, stepped back;
let herself be lead down a different track.

She could easily hike hand in hand
through life’s journey with a man
who had never truly got
the greater knowledge and light she sought.

But she turned her vision to a loftier view;
Spread forth her arms, lept out, and flew.

Finding Our Own Connection: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

Muir found himself in/
Yosemite. I need to/
find me up Mud Creek.

Can’t Read The Warning Signs? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

They’re old, hike at noon/
with no water in the hot/
desert. Got death wish?

Leader Of The Hike: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

When you’re the leader/
of the hike you should wait for/
all of the stragglers.

Scenic Trail Rush: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Why do I rush on/
a scenic trail? Because I/
want to know I can.

Alpine Lake List: Solitude Isn’t So Solitary — Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse

I took a flat,
0.8 mile
saunter,
a not bored walk
on a boardwalk
around Silver Lake.

By the time I’d finished
I’d seen:
A moose cow and her calf;
Two squirrels;
New pussy willows;
One fish carcass;
Haze from a green wood campfire;
Two doe mule deer;
A reflecting lake;
A distant bridal photo shoot;
A towhee;
Two killdeer in flight;
Two beaver (one slap happy);
Three mallards in flight;
An aspen freshly felled by the beavers;
One hen mallard on her nest;
Three ducklings under her wing;
A patch of yellow columbines;
Sunset on mountain peaks;
Glowing new green on an aspen grove;
A rushing, raging, roaring mountain stream;
A new place to enjoy.

I failed to thank my tour guide,
a Dad who taught me to look,
and God.

Desert Trinity: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

If you look closely,/
You can find the Trinity/
everywhere you gaze.

Learning My Hiking Limits On Mt. Timp: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

It’s hard to learn that/
something you thought would be real/
easy is so hard.