The Trek on the Mountain
by
Tobey Liu
Little birds chirping,
I see a coho salmon.
Bunny runs by me.
Rustling leaves shaking,
North Wind blowing soft, gently,
Small breeze sings to me.
I look up and see
Gorgeous mountains with white snow,
Bald eagles flying.
Carefully stepping
Around wet, muddy puddles,
Then, I wipe my boots.
I hear soft babbling,
A small stream trickles past me.
Then it grows louder.
My heavy backpack
Is now finally set down,
I put up my tent.
Beside campsite is
What the water sound came from:
A huge waterfall!
I unwrap sandwich,
And food in mouth, I sit down
By the campfire.
They sing camping songs,
Then tell great forest stories.
I tell my story.
Now, very sleepy,
I slide into sleeping bag.
Day has gone. Good-night.
Planet Earth Poetry Contest - Entry
Youth - The competition was tough in this Poetry Contest, but I could not bear to not post this wonderful piece about the outdoors.
Comments: Our judges said "You brought me there" and "I felt transported to this place and wanted to be there." I loved the mention of how camping often lends itself to the ancient gift that humans have passed on to each other - storytelling. And, I love the mention of river, Coho salmon, and the waterfall. It makes me thinking of dipping into the water and casting a fly into the riffles. Lovely.
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