Hiking

I would be totally wrong

If I would say I did not long

For Luke to come and call me out

For a hike through the most dense fog

The weather would be cutting through us

And we would be right there at the stop for the bus

Luke would take a swig and check on the camping gear

The mountain stream would be running close and near

Colored colony of trouts and shells

Would be visible through the greenish blue water without fail

And Luke would make a stick a fishing rod

And we would be catching more than we would've thought

And then we would grill them

And sprinkle salt 

Making a feast of what we would've got

It would be a good ol' hiking for a day

Luke,me and a fair weather of May.

(Photo: 'Painted', )