walking fifty miles

on melrose hill i count each single star

the night is heavy but i have the time

to think about my purpose on the climb

and wonder at the passing of each car

this morning distances did not seem far

and now i feel each little bit of grime

still looking up the moment is sublime

and nothing can this perfect journey mar

each mile has put its stamp into my feet

so much is obvious in the tropic dark

as i make game of what is still a test

my heart must wonder at what i will meet

the kind of future that i have to mark

and the long hours still left before i rest