This Mountain Poem by Frances M

Frances M

Frances M

Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents

This Mountain



This mountain has grown
right over my head,
It keeps me awake,
When I'm lying in bed.

But I will climb it,
I will not loose hope,
I have my pick axe,
my boots and my rope.

One step at a time.
Do not stop counting.
Never loose hope
You will tackle your mountain.

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