A Poem for Sheila

This poem was born near the Creek-side Creature on a bridge over Piute Creek. We were on the most strenuous hike of my and of Sheila's life last summer. When we arrived at this creature's home, we were exhausted of body and spirit. The only thing that got us going the nex tmorning was knowing that there was only one more day of back-packing till Florence Lake. Even Michael suffered from the heat that day as we were below 8000 feet much of the way to the Lake. We were all happy to see the ferry boat which would take us to the car we had left at the far end a week before.



The bridges we crossed one day will fall, for they are but of steel

The Bonds we forged are stronger stuff, to me of more appeal.

For they will last us all our lives, with strength and love and caring

They will never weaken, never falter, cross life's torrents raging

And help us through and up the path, beyond the farthest passes.