Quite a lovely picture Arthur. Enjoyed it.
Cheers,
Frank
> Climbing on a Bad Day.
>
>We turn from the cairn to face the flurries
>of a sleet-thick, bladed rain as it sheets
>down whetted wind. It buffets and bullies,
>rattles my hood and bites my chin and cheeks.
>Now only the wolfish weather and we
>dare the slopes and ragged steeps of the cwm
>where we stumble and find, under the lee,
>out of the wind-song, behind a rock, calm.
>
>Now the swuthering mutes, a blessed relief,
>my breath helmets my head with plumes of mist
>as I blow my fingers to ringing life.
>Hill of winds, cold, fatigue, selves, all overcome,
>we grin, no words, jubilant in conquest.
>Tomorrow's horizons already loom.
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