Zealand

The mountains call and I must go
I have no destination

Whose hills these are I surely know
I’ve paid the entry fee

It’s not about the peaks for me
Though they have their attraction

Fresh air
Cool breeze
And waterfalls

Away from civilization

No traffic and no cellphone
Just me and my two feet

The world can get along without me for a day

We’ll stop for lunch and sun ourselves
On the falls by Zealand Hut
Then ramble, tramp, and locomate
Back down to my responsibilities