L Milton Hankins Poet Blank verse

Climbers

Rugged cliffs against the mountain face
Shown rising from the morning’s mists,
Silvery tan like discarded slate sparkling
Residue of mica in the mineral-rich stone.
Climbers shinny up the mountain face
Slowly, cautiously moving toward a goal,
The summit beckoning to a victory won
Breathless and weary they upward climb. 

written March 20, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger March 21, 2022 at 4:23 PM I have never climbed a mountain, with my asthma I believe this may the closest I could ever come to being a mountain climber, so I thank you for this one. L Milton Hankins March 21, 2022 at 5:04 PM They are surely breathless when they reach the top. I'm not a mountain climber, but I admire them.

Tom Cunningham March 20, 2022 at 1:51 PM Must feeli so good when you reach the top, a great feeling of achievement. Tom L Milton Hankins March 20, 2022 at 4:19 PM Yea, I think so, Tom. I've never done any more than climb rocks and trees as a kid. These mountain climbers are very serious about it.

Rico Leffanta March 20, 2022 at 11:49 AM Susan Lawrence climbs cliffs by freehand; you should see her in action!! Aloha! L Milton Hankins March 20, 2022 at 4:20 PM I would love to, Rico. But I'd probably lose my breath just watching.