Papa's POEMS

Have you ever trod a lonely trail

So many miles from home

Have you ever walked among the hills

In a land that was unknown

Have you ever sat by a fire at night

That only god could see

If not, you haven't lived, my friend

You can take these words from me.

Have you ever watched the northern lights

When on the trail alone

Or watched a lonely eagle soar

When a thousand miles from home

Have you ever heard a timber wolf

Howling out his woes

Or hardened to a lonely loon

As he calls out from his home

If you haven't stopped to hear these calls

That mean so much to me

Then you haven't really lived, my friend

And have much more to see

Have you ever watched a big ram sleep

As he lies high on a hill

Or watched a grizzly with her cubs

When everything was still

Have you heard a bull elk bugle

On a bright September day

If you haven't then beware, my friend

How fast time slips away.

Perhaps, you're from the city

And never gave much thought

Of living without man made sounds

Or just being where they're not

And so I'd like to tell you

As I think you ought to know

If you haven't trod a lonely trail

Then I think you ought to go.

There's something about the back woods

That's real hard to explain

You can travel there by a dog team

Or with a big pack train

But to feel the way He made it

Mother nature raw and wild

you have to tread the lonely trails

And walk the lonely miles