The trail calls you,
With its skyscraper trees.
Its green as far as the eye can see,
I gather my pack and I'm on my way.
Carrying everything I need,
I'm on a journey.
The trail is like my second home,
I will walk as long as it takes.
I see the blazes they lead the way,
They are my map.
Guiding me on the path,
Until I reach my destination.
I get closer and closer.
My legs are getting tired,
But they continue to carry me.
Savannah McClellan