Young
The pack on my back is heavy
The strain feels good
Cold morning air fills my lungs
Excitement building with anticipation
Young
An elk bugles in the valley ahead
Thoughts of trout race through my mind
Adventures to come
My legs can’t keep up
Air is thin
Breathe…..breathe
Scent of pine, flower and sage fill my nose
Sound of wind fill my ears
Breathe
A battle ensues
Stay….stay…..STAY!
Awake to a new day
No longer young
