Altitude Sickness Poem by Mary Champion

Mountains are delightful in the distance,
but I've never felt the urge to climb one.
They do look quite romantic, at first glance
bathed in the brilliance of the setting sun.
Some people have to climb them ‘cos they're there -
I've never understood that attitude -
there's snow on top and scarcely any air.
I would not have sufficient fortitude.
There's glaciers, ravines and deadly drops
and avalanches frequently occur.
I've no desire to stand on mountain tops -
it's solid, level ground that I prefer.
Quite like to meet that Yeti they all seek -
but not enough to scale a mountain peak.