Snow capped mountains sharply pierce the sky, <br />Ragged peaks jut upwards stiff and stark. <br />Cold and frozen wilderness so high, <br />Standing out, a permanent landmark. <br /> <br />Vastness that amazes all who see <br />These giants made of rock, rising sheer. <br />Inhospitable. Only a few <br />Dare to climb them even though they fear. <br /> <br />These pinnacles soar above the hills, <br />And give views that take one’s breath away, <br />How massive they, from a distance seem, <br />Steep and lofty in their grand array. <br /> <br />They stay the same as year after year, <br />The elements attack endlessly. <br />But strong remain, how they command, <br />And move the rapt soul to ecstasy. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-they-command/
