In 17 Syllables…
Signs of spring delightThe senses. Each day greeted With new beginnings.
Over the valleyA dense fog settled. OnlyTo lift with the sun.
From Echo Lake toBarker pass. We walked for milesWith packs on our backs.
Dewy, dawn greetings,Kissed by the nights crisp, cool air.We welcome the sun.
We inch closer with Each step. The pass looming inThe distance. Press on.
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