Let Me Climb A Mountain Poem by Mark Heathcote

Let me climb a mountain
and access a vaulted blue sky
I don't mind if I die here
as long as I am scouting
with eagles and sleeping on a bearskin
I'll take horizontal steps if need be
on my aching bent limbs,
bleeding sweat and blood.
I will mount that distant summit
to gaze atop the world
and I will hazard not to plummet
I will risk it all on a pitch and toss
and howl like a coyote at the moon,
if I don't hook a sentient firefly
heavenly bound with me.
Oh, I will climb a mountain
and access a vaulted blue sky far out of reach
and honestly, I don't mind if I die here
as long as I am scouting Him who created me.
And him me.