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Mountain Climbers

High limestone cliffs rise precipitously Teetering chunks carved by cruel winds Tempt adrenaline junkies who clutch The crevice, inching their bodies upward Toward the barren flats easily accessed By steps carved for more cautious souls Who come to enjoy the canyon below. Some bring along a picnic lunch basket For there are no conveniences in the wild Country where mountain-climbers risk Their lives to reach an easily-accessible Summit...but where is the thrill in that? HONORABLE MENTION written August 3, 2021 "The Last Mountain" Poetry Contest All Poetry, October 15, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 8/7/2021 10:53:00 AM

Not for me. "adrenaline junkies who clutch The crevice, inching their bodies upward" I can get adrenalin in many other safer ways. Nicely done.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/7/2021 4:33:00 PM

Me too. Thanks for the read and your comment, Caren.

Ann Peck

Date: 8/4/2021 8:26:00 AM

I guess the thrill is in not falling. I don't understand them. They need that rush, I guess. Better to write about them than do it :)

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/4/2021 9:12:00 AM

Thanks, Ann. Yes, I think so, too. I could never understand what is thrilling about crawling up a mountain inch by inch, but it must be the adrenalin rush.