When We Walked… #WDYS #PhotoPrompt

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When We Walked on the Railroad

What lay beyond was alluring
So we walked on the railroad track
Despite the warnings:
Mountains on the left,
River on the right,
A speeding train could knock us off!
But what lay beyond was irresistible.

Nothing deterred us
Uneven surfaces, narrow shoulder,
Only trees to hang on
if a hooting train comes
On the track we walked on.

We met many people
As adventurous as us,
Some with little children
on their shoulders,
Curious to see the beauty
of Mossbrae Falls,
Wondering
Why is there no better approach?

“Look out for the train -”
A refrain reverberated.
After a trek of forty five minutes
A breezy, soft spray of water
greeted us.

We saw the most stunning falls,
So different, falling like silvery ribbons.
Here, the river is shallow
Serenity seesaws with its rhythmic tone.

Mesmerized by
the symphony of surroundings
Enthralled by
the message of silent breeze
We embraced the magic of moments.

No train passed by
But wait, it did come minutes later
With its ear-shattering hooter
As we were walking toward the car parking.

Listed as the top attraction of Dunsmuir,
The access to Mossbrae Falls is officially closed now
Until a safe, legal trail is created.
© Balroop Singh

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Walking on rail track

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The Red Bridge

painted
Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

We crossed the bridge and entered the forest.
Dense, dark, damp.
The uneven trail meandered
Roots of trees trounced our venture
But we trudged on.

Day four of our adventure ended at the same place.
Back on the same bridge,
Hanging over the pond
Painted by Mother Nature.
We stood confounded

Now what? We looked at each other
Four friends, full of fire
Explorations kept it ablaze
Such dead ends couldn’t douse
The light within that led us.

The red bridge was our anchor
But there were three of them
Two more we had to find –
Green and blue,
To win the rainbow contest.

The quest is on with
Cerulean sky – our sentinel
Green awning – our angel
Lucent gold – our mentor
Silvery Luna – our comforter
And each heart – the wanderer.
© Balroop Singh

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