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Aug 2020
The mountains are tall
But with them beneath
My Feet
I am taller- maybe the tallest
Thing on Earth.
They have seen more
Than I ever could
And I want to see it all,
They show me
The paths to beyond
That beckon
With the call of adventure,
The call that dances
Around my thoughts
While I sleep
And tugs at my bones
When I wake.
It takes all I have
Not to follow them.
I have known snow,
Like shards of crystals
Falling from the sky
And crunching under foot,
I know it's taste, it's smell
It's tingling touch
As it melts on your palm
Like a frostbite kiss.
I want to know heat,
Rich and raw,
Rolling off stone
And sand
Which stretches out
For miles and miles
The sun beating
Like a spotlight.
I want to know cool,
The mist from a sea breeze
That knots itself into
My hair
Like a ribbon of salt
Under wisps of clouds
Curtains for the Sun
And the Moon.
I want to speak to the trees
As I have spoken to mountains
To hear their leaves
Rustle and sway
Like laughter
And secrets.
Up here, with the world
At my feet
I feel I will know it all
I swear an oath in the
Snow
Like a blood pact
And hope it freezes over.
Caroline Ward
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Caroline Ward  23/F
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