Along Ice Age Trail

“Loew Lake Segment”, they call it

My favorite place

Foot travel only

Cars, bikes, boats, don’t disturb it

Only people go

Up the winding path

Through the grassy entrance plains

Into the forest

Absorbed into trees

Thin and tall, rising above

The shade dances, free

No path beyond here

Only intuition now

To guide you to it

Across knotted roots

Weaving through nature’s domain

Down the river bank

Travel to the end

Its grandeur, unassuming

There it is, that stump

Upon it, I rest

My weary soul and body

And observe nature

No stress, no thinking

Only the babbling river

And the caw of birds

Tucked behind branches

Look out towards the marshland

Through the obscured gap

Viewing history

The same view as those before

Nature connects us

Along Ice Age Trail

Loew Lake Segment resides there

My favorite place