
*photo by Thomas William Andrew Secretarski of me taking a respite against an antique American Chestnut AT trail marker
I Roaned down the Appalachian Trail
Up on old Roan Bald
Ranger at my feet
Neither here nor there
but every everywhere.
Fall colors on old Roan shown
It starts in the Spring with
The Roadies in full bloom
Then ends in a fiery Fall burst of colors
Culminating in the bare barren starkness
Of leaf bare trees.
Hole up,
Up there on old Roan
Baring the brisk
Wintery whipped wind
And spirit trail of tears
That runs through here
And memory of the bitter snow of
Their Winter.
tom tenbrunsel
A Carl Sandburg Writer
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