Fond Memories

             When I was younger, each year or so
             my friend, his father, and I would go
             backpacking or hiking in upstate New Hampshire.
             We'd take to the trails in search of adventure.

             Once a month we'd find the time
             to take a hike or mountain climb.
             It didn't matter just where or when.
             It could last a day, even a weekend.

             Then in the fall of every year
             we'd pack up the food and camping gear.
             The tent was placed in a special pack
             that their Husky would carry upon his back.

             We'd take the dog when on the big hike.
             The burden he shared help made ours light.
             He would trod along right at our sides.
             He kept pace with our steady strides.

             The mountain we'd climb was Mt. Washington.
             The climb was tough but we still had fun.
             Sore muscles came faithfully the very next day
             but that price for adventure we'd gladly pay.

             I can think back with fondness of memory.
             I can close my eyes and there I'll be
             looking high from a ridge, feeling mighty and bold.
             Precious times bought without silver or gold.

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