Snow peeked out from behind the trees
Like wood sprites playing games.
I looked at the mountains all around
And tried to remember their names.
Washington was the easiest one
For it towered over them all,
The rest of them were harder.
A lot I couldn’t recall.
Chicorua, with its boney top,
Was reflected in its lake.
Both are old and deserving
Of their Indian namesake.
Franconia and Lafayette,
Garfield and Lincoln, too,
Supervised our journey
As we made our slow way through.
When I was younger I would hike
With sleeping bag and tent
The trails of those big mountains,
My summers were well-spent.