HikingSetting off on a hike, you pack the essentialsA piece of chalk to keep you sharp,A pen and ink to keep you company,A sheet of paper to prick the imagination.Before you leave you've leftAnd before you've left you began the hike.As you set off and part with the familiarYou take a look back before the fog setsThe crystal ball becomes cloudy; the picture in your walletShines a pleasant sheen as light passes over it And continues on its way.The asphalt road gives a friendly nod as you pass,The sign says, "no left turn" so you turn rightAnd come to an intersection. While the light flashed "walk"You cross 18th street and
White Wind of the TundraAway towards west the white wind blowsRise and fall it whispers in my earDo not look down; keep your head up highNorth is cold, east is a steppe but dryUntil the cold rains pass, let go of fearThe once barren Tundra will sprout a rose