I forgot I wrote the following. It does express how I feel.
HANKERING
I’m hankering to be on the trail again
Where there’s nature, and yes, women and men
A time for openness, interaction, and then
A harmony, a calm like a pure state of Zen
I’ve taken to walking the land of the maple leaf
And foot cruising the U.S. like a runaway thief
Through clover, corn, desert to the west-coast reef
In a rhythm unstoppable beyond my own belief
Took the challenge of Israel, its sand so dry
And ventured under Ireland’s rare blue sky
Sugarcane countries where fish are put to fry
In the day, in the dark, with vision of a cat’s eye
In a period spanning over twenty years it be,
And four times in my own home country where some say “Oui!”
It was a blast, it went so fast, from sea to sea
I can bet you no other activity feels so free
I gained a lot, not in pounds, but in what’s pleasant
Did it all like a wandering wondrous mendicant
And each day was like opening a fine present
Like sighting a gorgeous-tailed forest pheasant
Oh, and bears – big guys – brown and black
Get close to them and you’ll get more than flak
They were prudent strides that saved me from attack
I was glad I never had one on my back
I wish to share all the wonder to do with the feet
The road has ups and downs with towns bittersweet
Neighbourhoods of the poor and those of the elite
Once in a while you rest there – have something to eat
With memories locked in and with knees weaker now
My movement is more like a slower holy cow
Eyes moistened in love, it's what walking does allow
My spirit has grown, deepening the furrow in my brow
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