The Trail

This poem is about a park I love that I used to go to while attending college in Lakewood, WA.


Down the trail and to the lake
Where time is standing still.
The breeze is gliding through the trees
And give a soothing chill.

And out under the pleasant shade
A tiny ledge awaits
To soothe the feet of tired ones
And make their pain abate.

But travel on, O weary soul
The trail is not yet done.
For up and right there is a tree
To watch the setting sun.

And by this tree there is a bench
Where you can rest your feet;
Where marks like "Steve and Anne Forever"
Are carved upon the seat.

So rest right here, you sleepy one
And think not of your plight.
For in the morning you shall rise
With sun's most brilliant light.

The mountain in its majesty
Stands out against the sky.
The colors of the clouds do change
As singing birds fly by.

The trail continues on and on,
How far, no one can say.
But just keep going and you'll find
Peace along the way.