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“A short poem”

Seventeen long days of trek may sound dreary,

But out spirits remained high no matter how weary.

Hours and hours lost in our heads,

All the while focusing on the trails ahead.

This constant movement may seem of Woe,

But truly it taught us to reflect and grow.

The beautiful views make up for the hardship,

And trigger a smile- an upturn of the lips.

Sometimes we felt quite sweaty or uncleanly,

But no matter the circumstance, the smiles were many.