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The Lunchtime Poet
Poems
May 2016
1000 Feet to Fall
Walking up the winding trail
To the base of the cliff
The wind is blowing in
From the east rather stiff
Unpacking our ropes
And our gear
Telling myself
There's nothing to fear
Onto my harness
I attach a purple bag of chalk
This will allow me
To keep a better grip of the rock
Up the shear face
I eagerly lead
This requires skill
Not a lot of speed
We wear special shoes
Made of rubber to grip
Standing on our toes
Not afraid to slip
My taped fingers bleeding
From grabbing the stone
It's a wonder they're not
Worn to the bone
Cams and chalks
Put into the crack
Must follow the route
Must stay on track
I'm starting to tire
Arms starting to ache
Heart starting to pound
Legs beginning to shake
Got just one last move
And I'll make the summit
And if I don't make it
To the earth I'll plummet
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