On the Trail & ‘Round the Campfire

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Feelings of Discovery

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I came to seek the beauty of the undefiled
The serenity of panorama and seclusion of woods
The quiet presence of the pristine
And magnificence of the unexplored wilds
And never-ending expanses
The awesome feeling of discovery
To sense the timelessness of distant views

So I wake to the sound of nothing human
And experience the remoteness of a virgin place
The unseen wilderness
That scouts and trailblazers never saw
Because I came alone
Surely I alone have experienced it
Setting eyes on vastness un-encountered

And so the dream of undiscovered wilds
A secret place where no one else has ever been
Only to find the traces of ourselves
Who hid their tracks to save their solace
From intruders such as I
That's when I find a broken arrowhead
While believing that I was first on this spot

So I have never seen an unseen wilderness
Because an indigenous someone left his spirit
But I have experienced it
I have felt the passion of his pleasure
Because like him I came alone
Kindred footprints always follow others
Each having a natural feeling of being first.

© Ed Keenan

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