The climbing high was stone by stone <br />bloodied hands and striated hearts <br />scattered behind on the trail; <br />some crying years <br />and many happy ones; <br />but our life has been to be sure an upward struggle <br />to mountain climb, one after another. <br /> <br />Yet at each boulder and rock you offered me <br />a rope and line <br />and each time lifted up <br />me along with your self. <br /> <br />How can a climber of rocks lift both self <br />and another, but you do so and have done. <br />This is hero stuff and you are mine. <br /> <br />Beaten back and beaten down you surpassed <br />all that <br />was placed in your path and humor greeted <br />each strife and set-back. <br /> <br />The twinkled eye-your mischievous grin- <br />took its place at every battle scene <br />and you emerged from smoke and hue <br />unscathed, both us and you. <br />This is hero stuff. <br /> <br />I lay down my Cloth of Gold in salute <br />for you to step upon <br />for I am sure your foot will only lightly touch- <br />nay float above- <br />not because you are divinity <br />but because you take life lightly as it comes- <br />good humor, allows you to float- <br />scaling every mountain such <br />that it becomes an adventure it seems <br />characterizing the scaling up <br />and that is because of you my dear. <br />You are hero stuff.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hero-stuff/
