This is the part two of the poems about John and his Appalachian Trail journey.


Trail maker, trail blazer all that I hear

Is your call to write, to write it this year

Don’t hold it in, you must let it out

The call that you have beckons with out doubt

I can hear it so loud, so loud and so clear

Please listen yourself,  you know you are near

You waiver on the edge of whats real and whats not

Please give it the time and strike while its hot