Len Foote (Blogophilia 9.5)


The happy journey begins
On two lane blacktops
Purple haze rising
To the falls of my youth.


Blue moon in lightening sky
Sun has risen mightily by
Mr. Turtle In my hand
As I step into the woods

Five miles to the inn. 
And adventure there in.
Memories good and bad
Play as I walk
Past the white rabbits
And old artifacts.

I reach my spot
Only to fall asleep
Dreaming of ancient ones
Who trod this way before.

I awaken with a start
With a nudge from above
To see what I came for.
Great Spirit awakening
Again.  


Wish you were here. 

Comments

  1. AnonymousApril 27, 2012 at 7:43 PM

    Wow! Beautiful sunrise and write!

    Michelle K.

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  2. sueApril 27, 2012 at 8:23 PM

    Great photos! (there in is one word by the way) Enjoyed the write. Was wondering where you were too :D

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    1. Another Government EmployeeApril 27, 2012 at 8:56 PM

      http://www.hike-inn.com/

      Len Foote Hike Inn is an environmentally friendly inn in the North Georgia Mountains. It is near the Southern terminus of the Appalachian Trail and serves both casual and serious hikers. The trail up there is awesome. It begins at the top of Amicalola Falls and is 4.8 miles along the south side of Frosty Bald mountain. Truly cool.

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  3. AnonymousApril 28, 2012 at 1:27 AM

    I, too, wish I were there! I sometimes wonder in my strolls through nature; who and/or what passed this way before me. You said it so very well and to greet the great spirit in such a way is amazing! 8 points Earthling! :)
    Marvin

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  4. tobyjustApril 28, 2012 at 3:12 AM

    great pictures Christopher ...
    the walk through such a rich ancient forest fires the imagination on so many levels my friend...
    thank you for taking me on this journey... love it pal...

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  5. AnonymousApril 28, 2012 at 7:16 AM

    Many a journey used to begin on two lane blacktop. Do truly miss that unique world

    TM

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    1. Another Government EmployeeApril 28, 2012 at 8:39 AM

      There is a freeway that goes near there, but I deliberately avoided it. I was heading against traffic and I got up there a little earlier that I expected.

      It was interesting to see how the two lanes had changed. What had been built and which farms had gone by the wayside.

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  6. AnonymousApril 29, 2012 at 2:25 AM

    Wish I was there too. Sallon

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  7. AnonymousApril 29, 2012 at 3:22 PM

    Wonderful thoughts! Wish I was there too :) ~Leta

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