Tromping through the snow Looking down: The sound, sight and feel of each step Fill me completely. Teetering along In aluminum snowshoes. At this moment The path is endless.
Tromping through the snow Looking down: The sound, sight and feel of each step Fill me completely.
Teetering along In aluminum snowshoes. At this moment The path is endless.
From "Snowshoe Poems". Copyright 2003 by Richard Goldberg