"I remember a hundred lovely lakes,
and recall the fragrant breath of pine
and fir and cedar and poplar trees.
The trail has strung upon it,
as upon a thread of silk,
opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.
It has given me blessed release
from care and worry
and the troubled thinking of our modern day.
It has been a return to the primitive
and the peaceful.
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life
thins my blood and benumbs my brain,
I seek relief in the trail;
and when I hear the coyote wailing
to the yellow dawn,
my cares fall from me - I am happy."
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