Easter sun invites a weekend walk, around <br />The oldest sacred hill of local fame. <br />Enormous granite stones became unbound <br />From moorings long ago, now custom claims <br />The giant who dislodged them will return <br />One day to topple such precarious hold <br />And roll them down. Eager climbers learn <br />Their own endurance, trying skills, boldly. <br />Poised they push hard, pose for camera's eye <br />But all in vain, no gigantic boulder moves, <br />Nor will. Now we clamber up the mighty <br />Slopes to reach the topmost height, thus we prove <br />Trencrom can be breached and won, the all-round <br />View of Cornish vista, we vote, astounding.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trencrom-climb/
