Psuedo Alp (Parkland's Mound) Poem by james watkin

Psuedo Alp (Parkland's Mound)



'A better view yet, yields
Each climbing boot, if not
A reviving air!
On rock-face, amid swirls
Of snowing, almost, where cry
The eagle I swear! '

Of what Hillary saw
Not out of reach, beguiles
Himself to concede!
Spends all he wants, in that
Imitative mind, that
Is a child's indeed!

Monday, September 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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