An Exciting Adventure
Hiking was an exciting adventure,
climbing mountains piercing a summer's sky,
not looking back for the fear of falling, or think, " I'll die. "
but my grip had a formidable strength to entice texture.
I advanced as an army in a clashing battle field without a cloud,
stepping on sweet Williams hosting butterflies without thinking of their agony;
and hearing an eagle swoop, I ducked as the rope around
my wrist tightened, stopping my blood's flow...I felt that sense of vulnerability.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
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