Resolve, A Backpacker's Refrain

Though my soles are sore

I’ll not think it a chore

Though my heels feel hewn

I’ll hoof it to a tune

Though my shins seem shattered

I’ll not say it mattered

Though my knees still kneel

I will not appeal

Though my thighs are threshed

I will wake refreshed

Though my back is bent

I will not relent

Though my shoulders sure smolder

I’ll trek till they’re colder

Though my pulse may pound

I will savor the sound

Though my meals are meager

I will not beleaguer

Though my friends may falter

I’ll not be a defaulter

Though my strides shuffle stone

I will stroll on alone