First Call Poem by Rob Lamberton

Though mountains draw me to their peeks
Pulled, I traverse through grand trees and mountain streams
Though compelled to swim cold lakes in sight of melting summer snow
Nothing but you captivates my very soul

Though my tired body wants to heed rests call
And ground beneath my tent shakes to rumble of the falls
Yet above the sounds heard by my ears
My hearts cry aches and body shakes for you, my dear

I can not rest my love until I know it's true
That I have climbed to reach that summit you
Your rushing waters quenching every thirst
Here's to your knowing that of all things You come first