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BACK TO THE GORGE
The shrill cawing of the lowly crow, The faint rustle of the changing leaves, The thundering waterfall below The familiar trail that winds and weaves. Hiking through the Gorge As summer turns to fall Brings back fond memories Of other autumn's call. Exploring dank and murky caves, Climbing moss-covered rugged rocks With hearts so young and brave We took our yearly nature walks Tip-toeing across intimidating pipes, Foraging narrow passages, Fearlessly fording challenging breakers, Invincible, carefree teenagers. Now the same trail lures us once again With new wooden bridges to cross -- We balance ourselves with a hiking stick The pleasures of outdoor life never lost.
The Gorge is capitalized because it is a Metro Park.
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