An ode to the Trail by Sylvia McTavish

T.C.T.
If I were forty, here’s what I’d do:
I’d walk the Trail from west to east,
Exclaiming over each bird and beast,
Flower and tree, mountain, river and stone;
I’d walk the Trail, but not alone.

For each metre that I would walk with pride,
Beside me would walk the friends who’ve died.
Within my head we’d laugh and chat –
Remembering this, remembering that.

You may have stopped and read their names:
Jack, Bill and Mary, Ruby and James
And my brother and sisters, my beloved Ray –
He didn’t have time to grow old and gray.

The Trail goes north and east and west,
And you may walk what suits you best.
If I were forty that’s what I’d do
(I bet you’d like to walk it, too!)

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