Summit Poem by G J Salgado

Blister's face on my feet
The sun's in the east
Will we make it home's best
Before the sun's set in the west
I can feel the earth's heat
Tired's worn 'n I am beat
Heat's comin' thru my shoes
Mountain's high 'n singin' the blues
Clothes are plumb soaked thru
Watcha gonna' do
Stuck to my skin
Humidity's breath within
I see the sun's set
'An my clothes are still wet
Gettin' close comin' in
Feelin' the sky's wind
Hear the rhythm's sound
Makin' music as I'm comin' 'round
Momma ring the dinner's bell dome
Cause I'm comin' home