Climb on dear friend, reach for that hold
Move past the signs of failing strength.
Now grip tight that cutting fold-
One move up the rocky length.
Tight clutching firm and breathing hard,
One step closer to the end,
Your mind firm set on pulling through.
Drive on, drive on my dearest friend,
Ignore the pain of fingers scarred
Climb up the rock to conquer you
I love this poem bcause it is very moving escpecially to a fellow rock climber
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's a fine last line, William. Nice rhyming too. Have you ever read David by Earle Birney? You can find it online. It will appeal to any rock-climbing enthusiast.