L Milton Hankins Poet Free verse

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?

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written August 3, 2021
"The Last Mountain" Poetry Contest
All Poetry, October 15, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger August 7, 2021 at 10:53 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 August 7, 2021 at 4:33 PM Me too. Thanks for the read and your comment, Caren.

Ann Peck August 4, 2021 at 8:26 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 August 4, 2021 at 9:12 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.