There is much to see, if you care to
be, on the Headingley Grand Trunk Trail,
In seasons all, including fall, along
the path you’ll sail.
You’ll see the trees, and bumblebees,
the birds, and often deer,
Just look around, with ear to the
ground, and such sounds you will surely hear.
The sound of a train, no need to
strain, to the south there will be a blast,
Just close your eyes, to your
surprise, there’ll be whistles from the distant past.
In the early spring, it’s quite a
thing, to hike to Beaudry Park,
The birds are back, some joyfully
quack, and we hear the meadowlark.
Now back to the sights, in the
glimmering lights, what else is on the trail?
There’s fox about, and the odd
coyote, and we’ve even seen a quail.
The frogs are in love with the trail
above, of spring they are such a sign,
But caution make, if the hike you
take, is close to our porcupine.
The legends abound, if you scout
around, on the good ol’ Grand Trunk Trail,
And they’re all quite true, so we
know that you, will learn them without fail.
A wizard lives, and his wisdom gives,
on the trail to passersby,
He’s always there, approach with
care, note the twinkle in his eye.
It’s cold these days, but the sun’s
warm rays, keep us cheerful as we hike,
Get out on the trail, you’ll not be
pale, the beauty out there you’ll like.
It’s great to go, across the snow,
with a smiling, happy dog,
Who loves the trail, and wags his
tail, and sends this to Marley’s blog.
K.W. Gompf
January 11, 2015
Composed on
a cold January day in Headingley-–with apologies to Robert W. Service, author
of ‘The Cremation of Sam McGee’.
Note what a difference a year makes. Last winter the hydrant was almost covered
with snow.
Great poem Karl
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