Memories of being a child in the Pocono Mountains

 I am the child who ran up mountains.

clutching the lunch my mother made.
When the sun is right above you, she said,
eat your lunch then turn around and head back home.
So I did.

I sat on the sun-warmed, lichen decorated rocks
and ate my lunch while sheep grazed around me.
I picked buttercups and held them under my chin
knowing that they showed that I liked butter
and then headed back home with the sun warming my back.

No matter how often I tried,
I never made it to the top of that mountain.

Hiking with friends - maybe

 There used to be a group of writers who met periodically to hike near my area, so I joined them a few times.  

Well ! We'd start out together, but zoom - that was the last I saw of them. Every so often someone would slow down and walk with me for a time, then go rejoin the fast group. I realized that I'd have to continue walking alone at my own pace. ( hint- I use a cane for long walks. I'm fine puttering around my house without a cane.)