Mountains Poem by Barry Middleton

I welcomed mountain peaks,
and one was in my youth.
The challenges and blessings,
were both a part of truth.

The second was a conquest,
the pinnacle of life,
but too the longest fall,
when victory turns to strife.

The third has furnished peace,
to briefly catch my breath.
And now I face the fourth,
the precipice of death.

I cannot see the peak,
or what is hidden there,
perhaps the promised land,
perhaps complete despair.

But still I climb as clouds,
obscure what lies ahead.
The summit waits for me,
with nothing more to dread.