FOX CREEK CABIN
By Saundra Middleton, Anchorage
Blistered heels in boots twelve miles old.
Packs, five meals shy of the four-day load, dropped
On the porch of the hiker’s haven.
Sox dried, bellies fed, laughter squeals
Over the cascading creek,
Until yawns welcome early bedtime hugs.
A porcupine prickle whittles away
The posts beneath our sleepless bunks.
Shrouded midnight sun conceals
The trees amongst the forest,
From those beady-eyed beasts.
Wood-splintering, chiseling incisors
Gnaw fear into my brood’s tired bones.
Wobbly quills scurry with early morning
Squeaks of varying pitch and timbre,
At our grumbling footfalls on the cabin floor.
We move on in rain sodden packs,
Weighing us down, slowing us down,
Pushing us on to the trailhead;
Only to find our beacon of hope
Dimmed, and won’t start.
Congratulations!!! Can’t wait to read more from you!!!
Pretty sure this was the day I got attacked by a squirrel. Thus began my fear of those rabid creatures
That’s an interesting development!
Love this poem by Sandy Middleton ❤💖
Thank you Pam!
Wow! Wow! Wow!
This is awesome thanks so much for your hard work and dedication and sharing your “mama heart memories” with us all
Thank you Grace.
Thank you Naomi!