Stony rugged outcroppings
and diamond glazed surf.
Berries and saltwater
scent the plateau of mossy turf.

As I jump and climb steep cliffs,
childlike are my cares.
Surrendering to curiousity,
I trace a footpath which begs for wear.

A path which proves few know
of the tranquility and solitude;
the gull cry and the sea mist,
and the infinite ocean view.

But the stunted growth of trees know;
like the few who wore this path before,
they struggle to keep a foothold
and indulge a while more.

And shy tiny flowers,
peak from granite nooks.
Speaking fondly of this place,
the bubbly babbling brooks.

And agree with them I must,
it's now time I depart;
taking with me only memories
I carry in my heart.

-WM