The Climbings Poem by Chase Blaser
The Climbings
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The Waltz my father led,
I trailed with glee,
I looked up ahead,
a Mountain's peak, free of trees.
The frosty air and cool breeze;
the pure lakes of melted snow,
clarity of mind,
clean in soul.
A new waltz learned, one well-earned...
and so it felt great, but down we go
to the next devil,
that calls us below.
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