Algonquin Trail

[therabbitisme]

Mind the roots and keep apace Solid hook
with the gentle thud of pops walking stick, This establishes that there is no strict meter to the poem, but I can find no natural way to read it in a way that flows
its maple gnarled as the antlers of the moose Again, lacking a strict meter, words like "its" cause the inner ear to stumble
peeking through the trees across the pond, Fantastic line; it convinces me the rest of the poem would benefit from more regular line length and structure
taking a look at the creatures with two legs This is a more agreeable departure from the beat
as we gaze upon it in mutual wonder. Great thought and image. I think my problem here is the shear number of words, making it hard to glean an intended way of reading

Skip the sog that hugs the pond,
and land on rocks placed by god Great couplet. This second line feels like it's missing a syllable, though.
to keep our socks dry, Again, great thought and image. The rhetoric might be strengthened by changing the comma to a period.
as the trail sharpens its incline 
and steps begin to gruel. Nice

Exhale as you crest the ridge Really great word choice, very visceral and human
and look upon blue-green sprawls,
the smell of your own sweat mixed with pine This and the two lines above read wonderfully
burning your nose as you listen to the birds Here I get the feeling of too many words again, "you", "the"
and your father’s joyous laughter. The change from the very personal "pops" to the 2nd person "your father" has the same drawbacks as a change of perspective

The imagery and concept are excellent. I won't say there are problems with the meter (or the inconsistency thereof), as it may largely reflect your actual intent. I will say that the word choice and line length caused me to read some lines multiple times. Good work overall.