The snow capped mountains
Slowly shed their cloak
The sloughing of the skin
The white becomes brown again
The corries, their fissures hidden
Their slopes a playground
Skis and snowboards careering
Downwards to return to the start
Walkers shouldering sacks
Routes hidden, crampons on
Each journey into the known, unknown
Risks to be taken and treasured
As I stand wondering firmly planted
At base level eyes raised
Will I reach the heights again?
Can I achieve the unachievable!
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Being Creative
In the past, I was known to write a little prose and poetry and have found some inspiration to get back and do some more.
There are no pretentions, no dreams or aspirations to be wonderful but just to keep the old brain active.
If you like them, read them, if you dont, ahhh weeeell
There are no pretentions, no dreams or aspirations to be wonderful but just to keep the old brain active.
If you like them, read them, if you dont, ahhh weeeell
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