The Winding Northward Road

Don’t actually have anything to say; last two days have been nothing but forest, forest, forest, and train tracks. Not stopping at any towns. No big events. Rambling Rock’s still a day or so away. Just writing some more haikus to keep myself mentally active.

Unused poem skills?

Can’t let them rust; must use them.

~~Exercise th~~

Don’t waste your talents.

Is it “pohm” or “po-em”? I hope it’s the latter, or that really isn’t a haiku.

~~Exerci~~

The mind’s exercise:

Intellectual challenge,

~~Like this wri~~

Like all this writing.

~~Eternal forest green;~~ (crap that’s six syl.) ~~Virid~~ ~~Emer~~ Endless forest green;

~~Light filters thr~~

Softly, light filters through leaves,

Dancing ~~on~~ to the ground.

Oh, and I’ve got tent-setting-up and tent-taking-down down to a science. I get take it out quickly and, when it’s up, it’s strong and stable. When I take it down, I know how to fold it to get it in its bag the best. Feels good.