Charles J. Ingerson

CRITICAL PASSES

Small trails to seek
whispers of the past
allowing one to peek
only a moment to last

Faint threads to follow
distant game trails
old fields gone fallow
of legends and tales.

Critical passes up high
chilling winds excite
where eagles dare fly
only veterans to invite.

Wandering each night
wonder which to choose
whether wrong or right
so much I could lose.