Bryce Canyon 2011

CLOMP

I plod laboriously in snowshoes

On the groomed trail;

Amy gracefully and swiftly skies ahead.

 I have the strongest urge to run 

And leap

And skip 

And spin 

And soar through the air;

Clomp.  Clomp.  Clomp. 

Wishing to be light and swift,

Sadly,

Does not make it so.

Clomp.  Clomp.  Clomp.

Still, to have the desire,

Strangely, 

Makes me feel young again

And strong ---

Like I could whirl and twirl . . .

Clomp.  Clomp.  Clomp.