Climbing the mountain,
I switched forth and back.
With shoes on for hiking
and water and packs.
Only 5 miles,
but oh what a hike.
Made me wish for a zipline,
a plane or a bike.
Exhausting and sweaty,
I started to doubt
I couldn't continue.
I was all tuckered out.
So I sat by the path,
too fatigued to stand up.
Too ashamed to turn back
from so close to the top.
Would I make it or fail?
Was I strong or too weak?
When I turned the next corner,
I had conquered the peak!
moral: Don't give up. You're almost there.
I switched forth and back.
With shoes on for hiking
and water and packs.
Only 5 miles,
but oh what a hike.
Made me wish for a zipline,
a plane or a bike.
Exhausting and sweaty,
I started to doubt
I couldn't continue.
I was all tuckered out.
So I sat by the path,
too fatigued to stand up.
Too ashamed to turn back
from so close to the top.
Would I make it or fail?
Was I strong or too weak?
When I turned the next corner,
I had conquered the peak!
moral: Don't give up. You're almost there.
2 comments:
You're a Whiz-Kid who's plumb full of grit,
Full of projects and wisdom, and wit;
You're ready to do it;
You always stick to it;
You're the Engine that never says, "Quit"!
Hi Patty -
I notice that your lesson learned from your hike, "Don't give up. You're almost there!", seems to parallel with writing...
All the best,
anita
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