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April 26, 2005

The Mountain

This mountain was made to be scaled
For gold lay beneath its icy cap
I chose the south side
Although steeper, it was sure to be
The warm side
She chose the north side
No sun, but it looked to have
A lesser slope
It took me a long time
I fell, broke bones, got bruised
But somehow made it
And found out just how cold it is
At the top
She had already reached the peak
But the cold and the wolves were
Driving her back down
We met and the sound of our gossip
Caused the avalanche that knocked us both
Off the mountain
I was to write of the south side
She was to paint the north
But collaboration could show the mountain
From both sides
Now I can write of the fun southern climb
While she paints the north side with sun
So that words added to a picture
Tell of gold without melting ice

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 10:42 PM