James Tipp

Rookie - 408 Points (20-06-1945 / East London)

The Hulder - Poem by James Tipp

The majesty of the mountain draws us ever upward
The scenes of waterfalls, granite faces, snow clad peaks.
As meter by meter we ascend, cascading water falls in abundance.
Tunnels dug long ago, plunging into darkness, then startling light
We reach the snow line, chilled air, ears popping we climb
The water fall immense thunders past plunger ever down.
Soon music is heard, revealing the Hulder singing their mystical song.
We are transfixed by the moment, as they dance, appearing and disappearing.
We are pulled into the mystery of the mountain, spellbound, in time.

Norway 2015

Topic(s) of this poem: images


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 12, 2016



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