I wish I could climb the mountain once more <br />to do everything that I did before. Breath the air <br />that is sweet to taste, climb a mountain and not <br />make haste.Once more to the summit just to touch <br />the stars; away from the world and it's fast cars. <br />Making tracks up the path, smelling the alpine flower <br />gaze upon the summit, oh' what conquering power. <br />To look once again at the world below where everything <br />looks small and you can hear the echo call. <br />I never bothered about the chill in the air. <br />I had no worries because my feelings were there. <br />I still dress up in mountaineering clothes, put on my <br />boots, check the tackle and paint a bright red nose <br />I look at photographs or the worlds greatest mountain; <br />'yes, I was once there in that snowy fountain, where <br />hardened glaciers had formed over the years where we <br />were afraid to tread, it was our greatest fears. <br />White covered masses upon a ridge left from a <br />snowstorm then frozen like a fridge. <br />I am an old man with a replacement knee but in my <br />mind that mountain belongs to me. If once again I <br />could hear that ice crack; it's then I know my destiny <br />has called me back.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-old-man-an-his-mountain/
