Morning coffee,
By the creek.
Pondering how,
My day I’ll tweak.
Climb the mountain,
Rising high.
Knife-edge summit,
Fills the sky.
Gulp of water,
Clear and cold,
No sight of flecks,
Dirt, or mold.
Trail ascending,
Miles to go,
Heavy packs,
And thigh-deep snow.
Sardines with honey,
Such a treat.
Sweet and filling,
Hard to beat.
Unfathomed darkness,
Fills the cave.
To enter deeper,
Must be brave.
Cross a log,
Above the stream.
You don’t fall in,
Or even scream.
Mountain bike,
On sketchy trails.
With massive cliffs,
And no guard rails.
The best 12 peas,
I ever ate,
Were hard and crunchy,
But filled my plate.
Roaring river,
Drops and chutes.
Scary options,
So many routes.
It didn’t snow,
Or even rain.
Now sunshine rules,
And clear skies reign.
Climbing rock face high above.
Footholds, handholds, and lots of gear.
Keep your focus and your balance
Have strength of mind,
But never fear.
Strike a match,
Start a fire.
Warm your hands,
Cold not so dire.
Massive snowfield,
Long and steep,
No run-out,
And the snow is deep.
Things that happen,
Are both big and small.
But remember that,
They matter all.
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