From the Top
View from Mount Eisenhower.
The effort.
The climb.
The moment of wondering if.
The climb.
The moment of wondering if.
Knees are sore.
Feet are tired of cresting rock.
Feet are tired of cresting rock.
The trail is wet.
A portion becomes a waterfall,
here now,
but gone when the rains cease.
I follow a pace
set by a six year old.
He scrambles over each boulder
with an ease
I once knew.
It is his first.
He is filled with excitement.
There are forty-seven more
in New Hampshire
that he plans to conquer.
We reach the top,
forty-seven hundred and sixty feet,
as clouds open our view,
as clouds open our view,
creation is revealed.
and Heaven seems almost reachable.
Exhaustion has been overcome.
He places a rock on the cairn.
We take in the glorious view from the top,
my daughter,
my grandson
and gramps.
We take in the glorious view from the top,
my daughter,
my grandson
and gramps.
copyright 2023 - Donald P James Jr
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