The first step I take
Above the ground
Is the one which leaves me
Lost, I’ve found.
Through ropes and knots
I am secured
Through such connections
I’m reassured.
The man above
Defines our route
And furnishes it with
Poisonous fruit.
I don’t look down.
I don’t look up.
I just feel for my next move
Til I reach the top.
I place my trust
In the man on high
His choices and strength
May save my life.
And when I sit there
By his side
I feel a gratefulness
and pride.
To see the views
That he has seen
And ask myself
What does this mean.
[inspired by my first outdoor climb in the Langdales with Phil Ward, Elaine ward and Graham Hey]
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