trail has taught me much.
I know the varied voices of the coyote - the wizard of the mesa.
I know the solemn call of herons and the mocking cry of the loon.
I remember a hundred lovely lakes and recall the fragrant breath
of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees.
It has given me blessed release from care and worry and
the troubled thinking of our modern day.
It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful.
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood
numbs my brain, I seek relief on the trail.
And when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn,
My cares fall from me - I am happy.
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