He has heart, you'd say
As he drops his head for another climb
Swallowing hard and
Lifting tired legs
No movement is wasted
As he crests the next rise

And stands there in the elements
His heart spilling out around
The sea, the cliff, the land
And the distant sprays
Of waves hitting rock and
Tumbling back down

02/06/2010

Author's Note: I went for a walk today and ended up going a little further than perhaps was wise. I now have sore legs and I am thankful for ibuprofen and red wine.

Posted on 02/06/2010
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