Pace Poem Photo


Trekking through the woods
my senses alert for Sights, Sounds, Smells

From behind flow snippets of conversation
and laughter

People getting to know each other without the distractions of 

The swinging of my poles keep rhythm with the creaking of my pack 
and the metronome in my head

Keep the Pace
no need to hurry

Rushing leads to fatigue and the downfall of interaction
with the forest
and the group

There is joy in the Pace
and in the surroundings
and in the camaraderie of others

Pace Poem Photo

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