Climb+on+-+Sam+R

Sam Russell**
 * = =Climb= || [[image:ca-rhapsodicwritingsch1:500px-Speaker_Icon_svg.png link="http://broadcast1.caryacademy.org/faculty/Briarly_White/poetry/chapter4/samr4climbon.mp3"]] ||
 * = **Climb On

You start at the bottom. The bottom of the great hill, The mighty hill. You look up without a twinge of doubt.

You start climbing. Up the mountain you go. Climbing, grasping, reaching, Anything to get to the top.

It is very cold. The wind is unbearably sharp. It taunts and mocks you. And whispers you won’t climb on on.

The mountain’s jagged rocks laugh at you. They say “Go on, try me.” They laugh when you stumble. But you climb past them.

You climb into the night. The darkness eats you up, It swallows the things around you. You can’t see. It likes that. You struggle, yet finally find somewhere to rest.

You keep climbing. You are close, You can feel it. You start hiking faster.

You reach the summit. It’s over. Now it is your turn to mock the mountain, You conquered it. || ||