All the planning in the world means nothing without proper execution. It takes little to talk, little more to think and much to do. Many scoffed at us as we regaled them with stories of routes we would travel, things we would do, and places we would see. Most said we were just being fools. And you know what? They were right. But in my experiences a fool is has a better chance of succeeding than the "realist" who never tries.
Any amongst us can say whatever we may; and let our imaginations run away with reality. At times I myself felt a little foolish, trying to live a dream from the past; in a world that seems much to modern for such wishful thinking. And yet, as we continued to say "YES, we are going" I felt something inside of myself building. As we collected our gear by day I was left to collect my thoughts by night.
The things we leave behind
bought a knife to wield
boots, so nice a shield
for feet, used to unity field
a sleeping bag, given for free
forgot them all, living like me
do we care? t'isn't likely.
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Glad you could join us, brothaaaas!!
ReplyDeletePS I like your poem:) how about some pictures in front of something, oh, idk, Tennesseean?
ReplyDeleteI've been listening to Ethan all along talk about this trip and I'm so happy that they've finally taken off. I hope the sleeping bag is keeping you warm ;)
ReplyDeleteFaithful friend,
Sam
this is sweet
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