A day off from hiking/writing has given me some space to work on some poetry - here's one that I've been tinkering with today with Veronica in mind ...STEAMBOAT ROCK (for JC)
Some of us cling
To life like lichen
On rock
Others barely hold,
Like moss loosely anchored
To stone,
A breeze could take you down.
You were still there,
A warm shadow
On the rock
You were always first
To get to camp
Or reach a summit
You never needed to wait
Because it all came to you
No one else knew
The roads you took
To this place
Broken by glaciers
And shaken by ice
Now you can rest
And let the eagles take
You the rest of the way
By Karen Sykes
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