Distant Dreams

The mountains in the distance Look purple In the wintry heat Moanful is the word in this instance Longing to be challenged in defeat Was a long way to get there Snow and drifts are hard to climb Trudging along in all weathers Each mile walked a challenging time. Many an hour we slipped and slid Why we were here no one understood Sun glasses hid the tears we shed As at last on the summit we stood I was the leader of this band elite Was the only one able to truly see One was a soldier who lost his sight Fighting for the likes of you and me. He was a climber before he was blind Thought that he wouldn't be able to return Determination and a new climbing friend Brought a smile back on his face to burn