I have a riddle for you today.
It shan’t take long to say.
It starts down low, little byway,
Up high it goes, a sunny old day!
Round rocks and trees and marmot screams,
Through rivers and lakes and little streams.
Hobbitish habits of hiking: bare feet.
Until, in Reed Lake, we find relief.
From the heat of the sun we find some shade.
Together, we sit in God’s shelter, with faith.
We sit and ponder the hard, rocky face;
Observing creation, so wonderfully made.
Of Hobbits, it is said, they are knoble and kind.
Their bravery is unknown; unmatched in due time.
Adventure lies before us; soon we will arrive.
With hat and heart prepared, we continue our climb.
Over the edge of a peak and off in the distance,
We saw our payment for relentless persistence.
Despite our best efforts, we could not fix it.
Sometimes we fail, but failure is not permanent.
We succeeded at last, after countless attempts.
Determined to continue, together adamant.
And as we trickled down, back home to sleep,
And the clouds blew in, and our thoughts grew deep…
We sat, all together, remembering the scenes;
Forever engrained in our memories…
And so goes my riddle for you today.
It didn’t take long at all to say!
But “What is the answer?” you say in dismay.
Of that, only friends know, come what may.