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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

Date: 3/21/2022 4:23:00 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
Date: 3/21/2022 5:04:00 PM

They are surely breathless when they reach the top. I'm not a mountain climber, but I admire them.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 3/20/2022 1:51:00 PM

Must feeli so good when you reach the top, a great feeling of achievement. Tom

L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/20/2022 4:19:00 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

Date: 3/20/2022 11:49:00 AM

Susan Lawrence climbs cliffs by freehand; you should see her in action!! Aloha!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/20/2022 4:20:00 PM

I would love to, Rico. But I'd probably lose my breath just watching.