I remember a day, not too far away, I went on a hike with a friend,
we parked at the Garden, our feet they went troddin', along the path and bend.
The two of us hiked until out of breath, about where The Brother's trail came to our path.
Decided to break and handle with care, the Sun was shining, God's breath was the air.
We drank to quench, no more would be wise, a hike still ahead, cause cramps tear eye!
Speaking of eye, some movement up trail, black and white through trees, did I see a vail?
Awkwardly looking I tapped on my buddy, to confirm to myself that I was not nutty!
The confirmation was made, what debt did we pay, to see six Nuns walking our way!
Seriously a vision was starting to unfold, a beautiful story that won't go untold. Those six Nuns
went by, with God in their eye, each one in a gown from top to ground, smiling and noddiing
their heads up and down.
Recalling the day and I were both hot, when remembering no camera to take the shot. The
feeling subsided, with anger away, don't be so selfish and ruin the day.
Each looking to the other with wonderment and awe, still disbelief in witnessing the sight we
both saw. A swig for us both, pack on underway, up John's Brook Trail, and we thanked God
for this day!
Along the brook old growth smelled great, there was no doubt, no need for debate, home for
supper no later than eight, a blessed day from the hike to the Nuns, to the food on my plate!
Laying my head on the pillow to rest, I thank God for my blessings, and let him do what's best.
- CHE
The Eagle soars on thermals high, he watches down with keen eye.
It's tears they fall to the ground, like rain from clouds releasing Earth bound.
Wanting to cleanse, renew reclaim, seeing Humans take their aim, the guilty not standing to
take the blame, to change the outcome of the game.
United we stand, divided we fall, this is the message Eagle tells us all.
Listen with your ears, your heart and soul, go now, take a stand, embrace your roll,
before greed commences it's final toll.
And the Eagle soars on thermals high, as he watches down with keen eye...
I love my home, the home I roam, the Adirondacks I call my own.
A stolen land from a people not known, with trickery and deceit just to dethrone.
But I came long after all of this, and even I am on their black list. Fore they not know me
either, my morals and roots run deep, their ways of life I try to keep.
Today the greed runs deep to the bone, and at times I think of leaving my home,
but all it takes is a beautiful sight, to make my lips get really tight, to think of me leaving,
I can't condone, unprotected and all alone! So I'll stay this I must, fore the greedy ones
I just can't trust!
I love my home, the home I roam, the Adirondacks I call my own!
