When the wind slaps your face
and the rain blinds your eyes,
when you're lost on a mountain
in the fog with aching thighs,
And you're standing by a precipice
trying not to trip and dive -
this is when you know that
it feels great to be alive!
©2007 Jon Lloyd
I take it you're a jogger, am I right? Great poem - love the aching thighs bit - conjures up an image of a tired soul pumping with adrenaline and getting those highs that only endorphins can give! Great.... HG: -) xx
Wonderful poem, it’s only when we are near or facing death that we feel truly alive.....10 out of 10 from me Sir Jon Nickie x
Hey hun =) Love the new poem... it has a real move to it... it reminded me of when I was doing my silver D of E in the Peak District, and it was really foggy, so we couldnt see more than 3 feet ahead and we were high up on this hill somewhere lost and unable to become unlost because we couldnt see any landmarks... and ur poem reminds me of how we all felt stuck on that hill after we'd been walking all day. Lol. I have emailed you back but you'll prob see that before you see this... speak soon xxx
Love the sentiment, Jon. Sometimes takes the edge to let us know what really matters. Best wishes jack :) (see your inbox)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice only when we at our edge can we live! KK