I Wouldn't Be Lost

I don't ever think I could get lost  
not even walking thru the woods,  
the dense pines
or even  
the great forest  
of the Adirondacks  
 
I wouldn't need a bread trail,  
no not the hot delicious loaf  
you dip in oil and cheese  
as you wait on date night  
at that charming old  
Italian spot you love so so much,  
but those crusty ends  
starting to discolor  
resting on the back shelf  
in your pantry  
 
I wouldn't be scared either,  
no not even as I swam naked in the brook  
enjoying the peace of the purest of water  
crisp, clean and cool  
as the silver and pink fish swam about  
but warn you now  
I might worry  
yes I might worry  
if the grizzlies came and cause me shock  
yes I might worry  
my climbing skills won't be enough  
and the pine needles  
those pointy ones  
too rough  
on my barely burnt skin  
 
still though, thru it all,  
I don't believe I would be lost