I’m off on a quest
To where the watchmen rest
Where they stay day and night
To assure the forest is right
I hop in my car
To a place not too far
The place that I seek
Goes by the name of Horton Peak
What will I find
On this great quest of mine?
Maybe some goats
Or some men with big totes.
The first things I meet
As I drive off the street
Some big fluffy sheep
And I slow to a creep
Some stare in alarm
But I swear I’m no harm
They pose for my shot
A few clicks and I’m off to my spot
I start up the trail
Like a boat with a sail
It’s only five miles
I say with a smile
Up and up I climb
With views so sublime
But, soon I must rest
As by body pretest
I continue to press
To place where they rest
As I walk through the tress
And soak in the warm summer breeze
After two hours
Using all of my powers
I’ve found what I seek
The top of Horton Peak
With 360 degrees
It’s so easy to see
It’s all so connected
As I sat and reflected
Where nature is respected
And forever protected
Written by naturalists Thomas Welch