Kara McAndrew

Hiking in Paradise by Academy Monthly

Hiking in paradise takes pain and wraps

It up in unmeasurable beauty.

The narrow trails that cling to mountain caps

As strong magnets are drawn to their duty

Give only the briefest security

To the hiker that passes deep ravines,

Cliff’s edges views of blue obscurity.

The trickling spring runs constant, tests the means

Of those who choose to cling, blindly grasping

For the unfeeling indented wet rocks.

The last trial before views of crashing 

Water, a valley of rock and green moss.


Hikers pause before the sheer majesty,

A waterfall lives in real fantasy.