The hill
beckons
willing feet,
take firm steps
on steep slopes.
Rising quickly,
a first view.
Thereafter,
and steeper still,
rocks replace grass,
boots slide on lichened stone.
As mist falls
a sudden chill.
Silence.
Sightless of distance
each 'summit' brings
yet one more.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
The hill
beckons
willing feet,
take firm steps
on steep slopes.
Rising quickly,
a first view.
Thereafter,
and steeper still,
rocks replace grass,
boots slide on lichened stone.
As mist falls
a sudden chill.
Silence.
Sightless of distance
each 'summit' brings
yet one more.
On Sgor na Ulaidh 994m
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