Dark and menancing, quiet not loud.
From a distance its size seems small, but as one grows closer
this is not the case at all.
A solid base, with Rugged rocks, cold and dark.
They don't allow a weary traveller a place to park.
Loose shingle, wild scrub inhabit this rough landscape.
They move and are shaped by mother nature, strong wind and rain,
higher up snow. A warm place, shelter is the place a climber should go.
In order to survive, to live, not take a dive.
The summit is the place to be, the climb is tough it wears you out.
As the top is reached up goes a shout.
An awesome view awaits all who dare to weary through, reach the goal, the journey's
end. A long earned rest becomes your friend.
Kelv 01.05.07
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