The mountains were high <br />Raised beyond the sight of man. <br />Far above the clouds <br />Elevated past the height of sound <br />As I climbed <br />I dared look down. <br />From things I involved <br />Things just passing through <br />Things that were placid <br />Some things that were good. <br />Some things brought more pain <br />Some brought distraught duties. <br />Some brought joys to life <br />Some brought nothing to gain. <br />Some were most evident <br />More than I could handle <br />I'd taken on more than I should <br />But I'd climbed much farther <br />Much farther.... <br />Than even I <br />Even I thought I would. <br /> <br />Someone offered a complaint <br />About its hard rock edges. <br />I was glad to see them <br />I could force my fingers <br />Into its deep narrow crevices. <br />Then even the mountain <br />Begin to shake and rumble <br />Then from nowhere came the rains. <br />First the drizzle <br />Then the downpours. <br />I'd become rapidly aquainted <br />To the excellence of this mountain <br />I had made it a door. <br />A door to teach patience <br />A door to show strength <br />A door exibiting character. <br />Then I felt my foot slip <br />I was loosing it. <br />I was loosing it..... <br />The Mountain lost my grip.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-mountains/
