Gregory Allan Hovander

The Final Trail

The heavy pack is lifted now,

The boots are set to rest.

You’ve reached the highest mountain peak,

And passed the final test.

We’ll see you in the morning sun,

That breaks the forest pine.

We’ll feel you in the evening breeze,

Where earth and heaven twine.

So walk the grand and endless ridge,

Where shadows fall so deep.

The winding trail goes on ahead,

A peaceful path to keep.