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[UngainlyFool]

Every season I'm on the trail
Sometimes it's a poodle-dog bush guarding a miserly desert stream
Late snow obscuring the route to Whitney with only faster treads marking the way
A cold lake in the high Sierra and nothing to spoil the water but sweat and grime
I'm chewing up Oregon cursing mosquitoes, as strong as I've ever been
Cool forests all the way to Canada to the end of the line
A dream so vivid every season I'm on the trail
Hair is never as thin
Knees don't complain
Feet don't feel like bone
Eyes don't squint for glasses
No memory of another year gone
Every season I'm on the trail