There’s a certain carefree, careless gent
who frequents the AT north of Kent.
He does what few would dare
and is often found bare,
dozing on Schaghticoke with no tent.


Fragments and Flashes from Along the Appalachian Trail
There’s a certain carefree, careless gent
who frequents the AT north of Kent.
He does what few would dare
and is often found bare,
dozing on Schaghticoke with no tent.

Two men took a hike to Jug End
and strove the whole day to ascend.
To replace water loss,
they were forced to squeeze moss.
It’s unclear if their flesh will soon mend.


While walking one day in a swelter,
a girl stopped at Moose Mountain Shelter.
The hikers who were there
gagged and began to swear.
They felt sick because they had smelt her.

There’s a certain bear ranging near Lyme
Who gives hikers a thorough hard time
Kept from harm with a collar
He doesn’t fear a holler
Since he knows that to kill him’s a crime.

A transcendentalist born in Mass.
saw an eyeball he just couldn’t pass.
“Sidestep it I daren’t,
It’s all too transparent.”
So he tripped and fell hard on his ass.

There was a dumb fellow named Riley
Who sat down in a patch of ivy.
A man they call Stuart
convinced him to do it,
but all of his talk was just jivey.

A few drunks took a hike to announce
their plan to quit booze and renounce.
They dared St. John’s Ledges,
but then broke their pledges,
And learned rum does not help one to bounce.


A reluctant young camper named Dan
could not sleep in the woods like a man.
He often put up tents
with deep ambivalence
and then left to go sleep in his van.

There once was an uncommon sneezer
on a search for the famed Lemon Squeezer.
She found it with a map,
but got stuck in the gap.
And it took seven days to unfreeze’er.

There once was a man from Poughkeepsie
who went for a walk feeling tipsy.
He lost sight of the blaze
and got lost in a daze.
Now he wanders the hills like a gypsy.
