Poem - Junction On Top

Red Wing boots and Grandpa's machete,
orange backpack on and soon I was ready.

Back in my teens, I'd get up early.
From Round Top, home lights glittered soft and pearly

down below, in that small town sleeping,
while way on top, a bold pace was I keeping.

Headed north 'cross the mesas alone,
I oft' wandered watching for snakes in the stones

or gazing at clouds and far airplanes,
old farm houses and barns, windmills and wind vanes.

Slipping on past Mesquite and Cedar,
learning to be an animal trail reader

'till the knife edge of the cliffs I found.
It was here that my heart soon led me unbound.

Here was the place where my thoughts would flow
peaceful and steady like the Llano below.