The Trail

by Brad Jarvis

The trail wandered toward the shore
Mist rising from its edge
Birds met and chirped in nearby trees
Above a rocky ledge

Sparks of light danced off of waves
That rolled across the lake
As boats moved from the other side
To form a single wake

They headed for an empty pier
Emerging from the shore
A hiker watched behind the ledge
And quietly he swore

His camp was miles up the trail
The target he was sure
He turned and ran to save his friends
From pain they might endure

Rocks had tumbled years ago
A fixture of the path
He used them to create a trap
And miss the boaters’ wrath

This scene was played out many times
Pursuers won or lost
The trail endured its history
Ensnaring all who crossed

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