As I travel onward
Boulders line the river’s edge
Nimble of foot I step
From boulder to boulder
Careful not to slip
The river now passes
Around and over many
A well-worn rock
The sun is at its zenith
The air is warm
A shaded rock beckons
For a traveller to rest
I ease my self down
My back against the smooth rock
My eyes close slowly
The sound of running water
Music to my ear
The soft rustling of leaves
above my sagging head
As a gentle breeze
Caresses the surrounding trees
I sense something near
Upon opening my eyes
A timber wolf ambling along
Head down to the rocks
On the far shore
Suddenly it stops,looks at me
With a sense of curiousity
We look eye to eye
As quickly as it came
Like a ghost it merges
Back into the wilderness
From where it came
An encounter not often seen
It is now time to move on
To follow the river’s edge.
Thank you everyone for your comments.
This is a great way to pass the winter writing poems about my wilderness adventures.I am having fun and I hope all you folks are too.So until next time happy trails.