Mt. Scott Poem by John McCornack

Mt. Scott

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The right of passage was to climb Mt. Scott
Many climbs ended with scratches on arms
But for young kids from nearby Cloud Chief
Was a challenge that beat working on farms

Upward we all went over one rock at a time
Being first to stand on top was one's dream
As we reached the top we shouted with joy
As each had just improved their self-esteem

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John McCornack

John McCornack

Yukon, Oklahoma
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