The Hunting Trek

The Hunting Trek

I'm lifting my feet.

Trying to keep to the paths I know.

I remember the way.

Lost to some but I see it clear.

Here in the memories of my youth.

Back up into the marshlands.

Where childhood forts are replaced,

The hunters stand and blind now respite on those foundations of youth.

But I keep on trudging my feet.

The journey home and the story of the day washed clean.

Tomorrow a fresh canvas, new colors and a story.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

A-stinkin'-men. If you don't have a new story every day, you just aren't payin' attention.

[Matching Socks]

Love the bit of wisdom in this one, keep moving forward, the choices we've made help us find our path.
Great ending... I echo all that Tina says below. Good piece, very relatable, be it city or swamp.

[Tina Kline]

I like this. It reads like the story of our lives. The choices we makes each day influenced by the paths we took in our yesterdays. How much they influence our choices in our tomorrows.

Excellent write!