I once walked across a steep fresh rockslide
getting far too close to a near vertical drop
just leaned into the deep dust dirt hillside
made good solid deep footstep bases first
the area was rugged river ravine isolated
river height looming walls too steep too tall
too enclosed too far to back track go around
nature weather imposes impassable obstacles
decisions stay put back track or calculated risks
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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