Hiking With My Father

My Father was a hiker
         sometimes for a day 
                  many days sometimes.

Forests.......Waterfalls.........Lakes........Streams
       always secluded........off the beaten path.........seldom where others hiked
                    quiet......peaceful.......serene.

My Father is a storyteller
                     a humorist
                            a teacher.
He knows the flower of the color
                       the tree of the leaf
                                     the bird of the song
 He knows the Creator of all    
                     He hears the sounds of his Father and he joins in their praise.

.................he may not know
                                 He taught me

I find the trails less traveled                  
        I see the cedar growing from the stump of another
                            moss covering every side of the fir                
                                     I smell the skunk-weed on the breeze                                
                                               I listen for the Heron in the distance. 

I know the Creator                     
           I hear the voices of  His creation    I join their praise.

..................and I think of my Fathers when I hike.

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