Forgive me if I fail to celebrate the majesty of Everest;
The mountain doesn't need my praise,
Has lived, will live, long after we are gone.
So I shall ask her, ask about the ones who lost their lives
on the path to her summit, dead or fallen -
two hundred men.
"Two hundred men lie by the side of the trail
leading to the summit of Everest."
"Each was an adventurer. Each a fool."
"How many of those who fell attempted the climb for pride?"
"Return to this world as a speck of dust,
you will stand more chance."
A contest entry
- Twelve lines on or from this Mountain, by Lyndon.
1000 points, ended November 26, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is a very good poem and its very interesting
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Thanks lf
Good to hear from you. Are you enjoying SP?
Best RA
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Theme captivating
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Thanks, W1
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Thanks, Lyndon...
Delighted to get HM and even more that you enjoyed it - glad to be included in your Winklings' roll of honour... best RA -
What an unusual take!
And, yes, you have provoked thought. If anyone assumes that you are taking the mountain to task, allow me to disabuse them. Pride and "because it is there" ~ yes, they are the reasons for 200 perishing and more will do so into the future.
The last line is suitably deflationary.
Thank you, poet.
Your title attracts the eye when given the picture!
Lyndon of the Winklings.
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