141/365 - White Pants and Sock Gaiters

 

The long lazy rays

of the summer sun

dance across the horizon

drawing me out

With a hastily yelled goodbye

and a "be home before

the street lights come on"

reply

But never mind the 

slamming of the door

there are trails

winding through the foothills

that I need to explore

Golden grasses

and sweet chaparral 

flank the mosey poesy path

up sandstone cliffs

and through moss carpet creeks

over hill and dale

And never mind the ticks

clinging to my legs

never mind the poison oak

that will plague me

for days and days

never mind my mom

armed with tweezers

and calamine

and threats of groundings

unless I don proper attire

But the lure

of adventure

will call again tomorrow

The path leads

over the horizon

and I have no choice

but to follow