Our mountains are high.
Our mountains are low.
The ridge is a trail.
A hiking we’ll go!
Begin in the South.
And head to the North.
Gather your gear.
And let us go forth.
Which states will we see?
Begin in the morn’
And walk til’ the night.
Waterfalls, wildflowers…
Oh, what a sight!
A shelter we’ll find
To get a night’s sleep.
Then up with the sun
And birdy’s sweet peep.
Which states are around the bend?
Eager for news
And supplies in the mail
We’ll find a post office
Not far from the trail.
Then back to the woods
Where the trillium grow
And folks walking with us
Our trail name know.
Which states will we see?
Our boots are worn out
Rain now falling.
Yet clearly the goal
of Katahdin keeps calling.
Weeks and months gone
We check off the dates.
Then onward we go
Through six more states.
