Ghosts - The Lost Mountaineer Poem by Paul Warren

It was a dream shared to climb Mount Everest
So the group trained and booked their passage
And they trekked to the Himalaya Mountains
To Base Camp were they prepared for the climb

The trek up the mountain was harder than they thought
As they made to 29,000 feet where they would continue
But tragedy stuck and Melanie was lost down the mountain
And the others broken hearted journeyed back home

A couple of months passed and they gathered one night
And toasted Melanie as their lost mountaineer from the group
Then John's telephone started to ring showing her number
And they heard her voice on the phone quite clear to all

'I'm cold. So cold and it is so far but I can't come home.'
They knew that her phone was with her on Everest
But thought that it could be someone using her phone number
On checking they found the phone number was still her one.

© Paul Warren Poetry