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Vast greens and boundless blues
Distant cities that have no clue
and yet --
Here I stand between the two.                                              4

A soft breeze and cheerful rays
Smoggy traffic and clock-driven days
and yet --
Here I stand between the two.                                             8

Infinite thoughts and lack of strain
Boring, mindless routines to sustain
Captivating poems read on cue.
Blue-printed plans of goals to pursue.                             12

Here I stand between the two.
Inhaling this majestic view.
If only clocks would fade away
So that I may have a longer stay.                                     16

Note: In Stanzas 1 and 2 I tried to carry a structured pattern. First a line from the poetry walk followed by a line about where we normally would find ourselves at that time of day. This is then followed by a break in structure with two couplets in both Stanza 3 and 4 each -- with Stanza 4 beginning with what would normally go at the end of the first two stanzas. I don't know why, but I thought it'd be more interesting that way. Within Stanza 3, each line is alternating between what I felt on the hike and how I would normally feel every day. Lines 15-16 not only refer to the fact that I wanted a "longer stay" up on the hill at Fremont Older, but also in general. Living chained by the hands of the clock makes our days seem to go faster -- everything is timed -- but without that sense of running on the clock, I feel our days would be much longer and well-spent according to our own plans. Whew. That took a while to generate -- the whole weekend, off and on. Still, it was enjoyable. I never feel stressed when I'm asked to write my own verse. I suppose it's because our own poetry can be any way we want. No restrictions, no set guidelines. : )