When Wells Run Dry
The first time this trail was found
Was because I got turned around.
Too soon to go home, decided to roam,
Keeping tired feet to the ground.
Unprepared – what’s new?
And at then trail’s end
Wow – what a view!
So early, one morn
Before the crowds bore
Their way to pack the quiet repose
Determined, was I, for that view once more.
No clouds in the sky,
I probably already knew –
This time around, the falls was dry
Fine, I’ll wait until spring, after snow.