Rock and Root, a poem

Thoughts on the trail one fall morning in 2014.

John Weirick
Nov 9, 2016 · 1 min read
image credit: yours truly

Rock and root,
Glistening slick from night’s refreshment.
Away from the rain-shy crowds left at the rolling hills,
Higher in, peaceful fog,
The cover of wistful solitude.
The forest’s silence broken only by
Distant planes, brutish trains and emergence of human’s voice, strained.
In morning’s solace, nothing clearer.
Steady footing often a luxury,
Light and swift on narrow paths.
Mountain’s peace, the effort’s reward.


Read more poems on Hippocamping Poetry, a collaboration of Joel Reid and John Weirick.

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John Weirick

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Writer, author of #TheVariableLife, introvert advocate, list curator. I believe you can find clarity in a world of choices.

Hippocamping Poetry

When an idea lodges in the part of your brain thought to be the center of emotion, memory, and the autonomic nervous system. (A poetry collaboration of Joel Reid and John Weirick.)

John Weirick

Written by

Writer, author of #TheVariableLife, introvert advocate, list curator. I believe you can find clarity in a world of choices.

Hippocamping Poetry

When an idea lodges in the part of your brain thought to be the center of emotion, memory, and the autonomic nervous system. (A poetry collaboration of Joel Reid and John Weirick.)

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