When thinking of the essence of our dear life
and the countless adventures we have had,
I cringe at the thought of the myriads of strife
I have caused and with such pain as they did land.
On the road trip to the Southern ways
and all the walks along the Gulf Shore beach,
I recalled backpacks of former days
and bike trips through states within reach.
Continuing on the trip out to the West,
I remembered kayaking great lakes and small.
We sat in wonder at Superior’s best.
We have jogged desert paths in the fall.
And before this winter’s road trip is through,
please forgive me, I forgive you, I do love you.