Legs Are My Wings

At some point, my legs begin to converse of time spent on the trail, rest now needed, For like a horse's labors exceeded, the strength mere food and water can't traverse Beyond exhaustion, repose will reverse Thus respite, backpack set down and relieved of duties, containing my home achieved, until such time as rested legs endorse my return to trails, and onward I go; Traveling far Appalachia’s way, witness to wonders and all living things, in far towns and altitude, well below, where nature’s flora and colors bouquet; To motivate legs that have become wings. Written: April 25, 2014 for Craig Cornish's Miltonic Sonnet Contest