They always start with quick and eager strides
--Even the one on crutches--up the hill.
The long-legged and the young soon reach the bend,
Then reappear above the heads of slower
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Nice poem with superb imagery, Thanks for sharing Those at the parapet stand, statuesque, Their tiny silhouettes nicking the sky.
You snatched a sense of grace in your poem, Daniel. Your eye is a cine camera, with brain and heart embedded!
Those last four lines are very expressive of the durability of glorious moments- - they do last but at such a tempered level, not that statuesque high level but maybe that is why we keep searching for another glorious moment