October's Trip

By : Shane K. Romaine

The winds blew angry, bitter cold
The clouds greyed all down to the soul
With aching backs and frozen hands
We fought and pushed for lake and land
The waves and wind with all their might
Would not let pass without a fight

At last a camp to eat and rest
Reflect the day with friends and jest
Then wake to meet another day
And hope the sun for long will stay
For with the sun our spirits soar
A mountain we could scale and more

But clouds soon cover gold with grey
And coldness comes again to stay