The red back pack was already second hand
bought cheap from an opp shop by a hiking man
it’s straps were a bit frayed
it’s colour a bit faded
the brand now out of favour
but it still had years of wear

there were pockets for liquidity 
and pockets for your water 
pockets for snacks 
and a wear pocket for nadir 
but if you kept that pocket closed 
there was nothing there to fear
there were pockets for your clothing
pockets for rain and sleeping gear

there was a pocket for a journal 
and a way to quickly reach a camera
because recording of life’s journey 
involves equipment for ephemera

it had seen through a lot of windows
it had been through many a door
it had heard so many a tales
it couldn’t remember them all anymore
it had walked the tracks and trails
of many countries around the globe
such that it's experiences 
never felt far from home

but it was ready for new adventures 
to be up and about again
it was only a matter of time
before the hiking man said when

Poetry days #02.

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