Mystic Trails and Morning Tales: Echoes of a Poet’s Walk

Go-slo, morn-flow, dawn’s sweet chime,
I rise, rinse the night from my skin, step in time.
Sun-glow, path-go, the day’s bright start,
I skip to Inwood with a joyful heart.

Coffee warms my hand, a morning tune,
I dance to Inwood ‘neath the golden noon.
By Veterans Memorial, I pause with cheer,
Finishing my brew where brave hearts steer—
A sacred stone, its glory shines so bright,
Calls all to sing where honor takes flight.

The trails unfold, fresh air fills my soul,
A circle of green, where nature’s joys roll—
Evergreens and petals, a merry, bright sight,
Woven with love in the morning light.

Mystical signs, etched in bark, now play,
Twist into riddles that chase fears away—
Friendly whispers, bold and free,
Inviting all to join the mystery.

Caves hold wonders, strange objects gleam,
Treasures that twinkle in a playful dream—
Whale Back stands tall, a giant’s proud call,
Guarding the park with a welcoming thrall.

Shorrackappok Rock, majestic and grand,
Stands like a king o’er this merry land—
Glacial potholes, ancient pools so clear,
Shine like stars, drawing friends near.

I breathe deep, my quiet time, so sweet,
Excited to find new joys beneath my feet.
Dive in, vibe-shift, explorers—sync, collide,
Inwood’s raw pulse, hyper-real, waits—ride the tide!

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