as we walk on the trail.
The sun peeking through,
but the branches prevail.
The sounds of the woods
ringing loud in my ears,
sends my mind to a place
I've held onto for years.
Thoughts of past summers
spent in cabins in woods,
of innocent times
and the bad and the good.
A stretch of the legs,
a stretch of my mind,
were two of the things
I expected to find.
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