by Heber C. Oak

At sediment river bed,
Near base of hike’s entry,
Our climb begins uphill:
A walk of a sentry.

We start triumphant.

Through the grey and opaque,
Over sandstone and clay;
On paved trails blazed
By runoffs of rain.

We step triumphant.

Above Angel’s Landing
With Patriarch’s Hall in view,
Up switchbacks and red rock;
In between the tip and blue.

We stand triumphant.

Down same road risen,
Past familiar path back;
The pain does not end
At the top of this track

We descend triumphant

To ascend again.