I wish I could climb the mountain once more
to do everything that I did before. Breath the air
that is sweet to taste, climb a mountain and not
make haste.Once more to the summit just to touch
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A sparkling poem, with a soul. Lovely story, lovely words. Love Ernestine XXX
Dear Sylvia This part did it for me: I am an old man with a replacment knee but in my mind that mountain belongs to me. If once again I could hear that ice crack; it's then I know my destiny has called me back. Very well thought out and I am sure that many can relate to this, the heart is willing but the fleash is weak, a heartfelt portrayal, well done, Love Duncan
I agree with Duncans words Sylvie. Love those lines about the replacement knee. I know someone who'll enjoy this poem as they like mountains. Thanks.