THE CALL OF THE MOUNTAINS
Power, age, majesty, magnificence and fun in every boulder and rock,
With the mighty mountains calling to us still very loud and so clear,
Sounding a voice that rings in heart and soul as if calling, ‘I am here.”
With their overhangs that stimulate and crevices that can really shock.
Why do you climb mountains that are dangerous and can be cruel?
Is it for ego or beauty, the main reason we say because they are there,
They are waiting, wanting, wishing to be climbed, someone to care,
And let many feel the greatness they have and what they can share.
Climb in rain and sunshine and even in snow and freezing ice,
Feeling the wind pull and tug as if wanting to throw you away,
Shimmy up a chimney that could take most of a tiring day,
Go back and help a friend out which means you’ve done it twice.
Those who cannot hear the call from the mountains high,
Or have a desire to see the panoramic beauty come to view
Or feel the strength of every rock and cranny close to you,
Please listen, then pray that you’ll try and reach the sky.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 23 October 2005