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The trail It was on a cold crisp winter night when their journey begins. A husband and wife and their wolf companions. The older one of eighty pounds The other still leaping in puppyish bounds. The man and woman had just left a life. of loss,heartache ,turmoil and strife. So they packed their two backpacks and took to the trail. Of their past life they had nothing, and no longer cared. They battled the mountains,blizzards and rain. And in the struggle of survival ,they lost their pain. They discovered what life is,and what really matters. Water, a meal,and the warmth of a fire. The puppy grew large ,as most puppies should. No house for a home ,but a tent that she knew. We traveled the forests that we called our home. The mountains and trails,we contentedly roamed. We waded the creeks and fished in the river. At night by the fire we cuddled and shivered. Winter to spring to summer then fall. Our friends were of nature and we loved them all. But as all good things must come to a end. So did our journey ,when we found a friend. Persuaded too see we couldn,t stay eternally free. Jobs we do go to and bills we do pay but my furry companions aren,t with me today. Mom wolf,s in the mountain,where I long to roam. My puppy went playing and never came home.. A night doesn,t go by, that I don,t sit and think of the days we were happy just to have a cool drink. And my heart hurts foever to this very day. For the puppy that bought laughter with play. And as for friends ,I really see . The betrayal that comes with them, and its not for me. So to all who read this and chance to see a traveler or hiker,, Think of this poem ,my companions and me Wave to them kindly and let them be ---free |
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