Cascade Trail

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The trail transforms from hard to soft

Looking up the sky is needled

Below my feet a tan carpet

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Moss covers rocks like a carpet

Ferns make eroded stream bank soft

Pine cones dot a trail that’s needled

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Shoulders brushed by branches needled

Hiking boots scuff up new carpet

All the green and tan make sounds soft

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I tread on soft, needled, carpet

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(A Tritina Poem)