The Journey
Dust arising from the path a new
journey to begin
From the peak to the base, the hills cast
a shadow upon us, as if to grin
Stating their difficulties, we look upon
in awe,
a quest, a trek, a challenge for all
The sweat and the pain; outweighed
by the lush fields, the sweet pure water,
and the rugged terrain
The icy guardians, they lurk up high in
the hills,
watching our every move, grumbling,
they stay still
Pushing through the rain, the snow, and the sleet,
the body is tired.
Your eyes demand more
despite your sore feet
And when the sun comes up, your picture is
perfect, nothing you could have imagined,
and now the journey becomes worth it.
--Tyler Shea
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