From the Top

View from Mount Eisenhower.

The effort.
The climb.
The moment of wondering if.
Knees are sore.
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,
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.



copyright 2023 - Donald P James Jr


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