sylvia spencer

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An Old Man An His Mountain - Poem by sylvia spencer

I wish I could climb the mountain once more
to do everything that I did before. Breath the air
that is sweet to taste, climb a mountain and not
make haste.Once more to the summit just to touch
the stars; away from the world and it's fast cars.
Making tracks up the path, smelling the alpine flower
gaze upon the summit, oh' what conquering power.
To look once again at the world below where everything
looks small and you can hear the echo call.
I never bothered about the chill in the air.
I had no worries because my feelings were there.
I still dress up in mountaineering clothes, put on my
boots, check the tackle and paint a bright red nose
I look at photographs or the worlds greatest mountain;
'yes, I was once there in that snowy fountain, where
hardened glaciers had formed over the years where we
were afraid to tread, it was our greatest fears.
White covered masses upon a ridge left from a
snowstorm then frozen like a fridge.
I am an old man with a replacement knee but in my
mind that mountain belongs to me. If once again I
could hear that ice crack; it's then I know my destiny
has called me back.


Comments about An Old Man An His Mountain by sylvia spencer

  • (10/11/2006 2:52:00 PM)


    I agree with Duncans words Sylvie. Love those lines about the replacement knee. I know someone who'll enjoy this poem as they like mountains. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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  • Ernestine Northover (6/10/2006 11:57:00 AM)


    A sparkling poem, with a soul. Lovely story, lovely words. Love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

  • (4/13/2006 5:11:00 AM)


    Dear Sylvia
    This part did it for me:
    I am an old man with a replacment knee but in my
    mind that mountain belongs to me. If once again I
    could hear that ice crack; it's then I know my destiny
    has called me back.
    Very well thought out and I am sure that many can relate to this, the heart is willing but the fleash is weak, a heartfelt portrayal, well done, Love Duncan
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 13, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 11, 2006


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