OUR WILDERNESS TREK

It was the occasion for our annual journey into the woods,
to let our spirits be immersed in nature’s soothing forest balm,
I knew it would be perfect, always a victor over the elements,
because my partner, Old Piney Pete,
was a pure pulse driving Mountain Man.

He was a descendent of Daniel Boone,
wore a coonskin cap made from a live raccoon,
learned how to hypnotize them with help from the spirit of Geronimo.

Still can remember when he amazed me
by winning a fight with three men in a bar who all had knives
while he just had a pair of fingernail clippers,
but that is another story.

So we made it out to the trees,
where he stopped and creek to catch a trout with his toes,
then used a blade of grass and his special trapper mind powers
to start a roaring fire.

And when this bear showed up,
why Pete rendered him unconscious,
digging up these roots that were a form of drug.

By the time he was done making that grizzly sleep
we were able to use it for a nice cover for our sleeping bags.
In the morning he had that creature so tame
that we rode it to this waterfall,
my buddy so gifted he taught the creature to yodel.

Sure was so mesmerizing that several wild birds landed nearby
they laid eggs as if under some spell,
finding a piece of glass he harnessed the sun’s light,
focused it like it was a magnifying glass
heating this rock to use for making scramble eggs.

Spent the rest of the weekend having one long fantastic time,
with so much more to talk about,
like when he climbed that glacier on the side of a hill
just with the help of his nose and teeth,
but then that’s another story.