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Milam Gap Memories

We park the car off Skyline Drive
and begin the hike to Herbert Hoover’s retreat,
but it’s more about the journey than the destination.
We trudge two miles down the mountain
through lush, green tunnels,
catching glimpses of the stunning vistas.

Determined hikers soldier on toward their history.

The forest has a special scent
of pines trees, foliage and earth.
It helps propel us forward through
unforgiving gnats drawn to our sweat
from the sun burning through towering timbers.
Three stream crossings test the integrity of our ankles.
Our hiking boots prove to be no match
for the slimy, unstable rocks and we stumble.

Determined hikers soldier on toward their history.

The restored President’s camp does not disappoint.
Now it’s time to retrace our steps – all of them.
Two miles straight down means two miles straight up.
We are deaf to the beauty of an avian symphony,
hearing only heartbeats and buzzing insects.
We return to the trailhead tired, dirty and proud.

Determined hikers soldier on toward their history.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for Day 2 of Creative Bloomings “Granada Camp for Wayward Poets” July 2014 Poem-A-Day Challenge.  We were asked to write an exploration poem. Keeping in the spirit of “Inform Poets” Wednesday, the poem needed to be written in the Bop style.

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