Oh the beauty and strength of youth
The sturdy
legs of the young
They step
out in seven League boots
and with
laughter and smiles
They
wrap up the miles
in merriment and fun
Oh the beauty of the country roads
how serene the sylvan paths
how tightly they carry their loads
round trees,
over rocks and styles.
Lonely
lanes awaken as they go
Happy
voices comment on the scene
When you’re
young and in your prime
life’s like
a rose colored dream,
Around the
campfires they sit and sing
mingled voices join guitars
reverberate through the forest night
neath a canopy of stars.
One by one
the lights go out,
camp fires
no longer alight
No sound except for gentle snores
disturb the
quietness of the night
Now gentle
winds sing through
grass and trees
a hikers
lullaby.
1st August
1998 by Hillie Feldman
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