The Hike

Walking down this lonely path
Their is no one to see for miles

Gradually proceeding 
To the top of the mountain

Such beautiful views
That the Lord hath made

Clearing my head
As I start the long decent

So eerily quiet
You can hear a pin drop

In the distance behind me
I hear footsteps slowly approaching

Looking around 
Only to see no one is there

Am I sane 
Or Am I losing my mind

I brush it off 
And keep the march down the path of uncertainty 

The footsteps start keeping pace
My heart is racing

Is this a ghost 
Or something in the woods playing tricks on me

As I make my way to the park station
I look back only to see

A native american ghost 
Smiling back at me

He waves goodbye to my surprise
I feel a chill rush over my body

Breathing slowly
Starting to regain my composure

Thinking back on what just happened 
This will be a hike I truly will never forget