Apple(achia) of my eye

Granite ridge rib bone runs the trail
Compacted loamy pathed oaken vale
Mossy, grassy, underbrushy or shrubby
The wooded Appalachia never stale

This corner of the world, 
far from gardens or interstate
Is ever where I’d rather be
Where I can always appreciate

Freshly washed, the air is crisp
And clear to my inner eye
In the moment, each step mindful
Heart untethered, joyful

From these lofty rocks the mind can see
Distant horizons, across landscapes
Climbing up the rocky way, each breath
Each beat, each step, open, free



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