On the Road Poetry

 To the North.

"The mountains are calling, and I must go." ~John Muir

Peeing on the road side

Sleeping in the car

Stretching at gas stations

Soaking up the glacial air

Coming from the desert

Into a high altitude breeze.

Going through four states to find paradise

To take a break from my weary life

I watch a bear cross the road

To lounge in the grass

Another munches on flowers

While her cub plays with flies.

The buffalo slows traffic

To take a carefree stroll

Others lounge by old faithful to stay warm.

Calves suckling milk from their mothers.

A place of wonderment

Forgotten by some

But the wise will always enjoy.

John Muir’s vision

Sprouts in my head

As I walk through the forest

That will always be my peace.