Fabled Fighters

There is a past, a path once swept from those that moved towards the sunset in search of hope, as they moved intensely carrying their dreams, and hardships to bare

Thankful they pray, and grateful they become moving some hearts, aspiring many to come to walk the path of love, and zest these people inspire where ever they rest

People tell tales, of the hikers they met along the way to cold ride, in the murky nights no fear, they anticipate — they plan forward to make their success, perfection is guaranteed

Nobody really knows, where they came from or when it is said, they are the heroes of old — the legends they never seem to care about the tales, of their feats they are but people, who jump to save someone in unrest

They have the strength and the compassion to move mountains they could easily defeat anyone, but fury is not their style there is but one goal, they aspire to make — it is to see the world in its glory and the exciting people and food that awaits