Part 1 <br /> <br />a '69 Chevy truck, <br />making its way slowly <br />up the old logging road, <br />centipede crawl, the scent <br />of the pines... <br />to a small clearing, <br />where we set up camp. <br />pitched the tent, <br />gathered wood for the fire. <br /> <br />enough daylight left, <br />we began the climb, <br />up the steep grade <br />to the top... <br />the cry of the bobcat, <br />startles... <br />then laughter, and we <br />moved on up. <br /> <br />an old rattlesnake sunning, <br />careful, go 'round. <br />we stood on the face of rock, <br />looking down through the gorge. <br />the air pure and heady, <br />the silence overwhelmed. <br />two hawks gliding down <br />beneath us. <br /> <br />for a moment then, <br />timeless... <br />i'd almost forgotten, <br />till a few drops of rain <br />on this morning's windshield, <br />brought it all back!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epilogue-35/
