Poem: Tired Legs

Tired Legs

You reach the ridge. Your legs are tired.
and ahead of you, another summit.

It is good to stop. To let your breath slow.
to look back.

You have come a long way, slow as it might have been,
and it gives you courage to see the journey so far.

Courage to begin again,
tired legs and all.

About this poem.

Looking back has it’s place, when it reminds us we can. We have. We will. Because the journey never ends until we stop.

The picture was taken at a nearby state park.


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