David Harris Mountains Poems

Each day I climb new mountains
in the struggle for life.
Sometimes my limbs get weary
and I want to give, but I have to go on.
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As we grow older,
the mountains we climb
get harder everyday
than when we were young.
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Many years ago, my wife and I
went to Scotland and stayed in a holiday chalet.
Behind it stood a mountain
and you had to crane your neck to see the top.
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Everyone has their mountains
that they want to climb,
mountains whose summits
reach up and touch the sky.
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We build our own mountains,
the pinnacles in our strife.
The mountains of guilt
that harbours all our fears.
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The snow capped mountains
are an inviting sight.
They beckon you to them
with all their finery
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Some things we want are out of reach,
but I know where my dreams dwell,
far across the sea where the Blue Mountains lie
with their fingers touching the sky.
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