Beckon them to your crown,
To achieve the greatest nobility,
To climb the sky,
To touch the clouds,
Honor those who arrive.
With tired arms and bleeding hands,
An offering for you,
Payment for their dues.
Show them your view
Of far and wide,
Share your awe
As they have slayed your dragon.
A contest entry
- Twelve lines on or from this Mountain, by Lyndon.
1000 points, ended November 26, 2007, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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This poem is a dignified write.
You use the apostrophe of address and in effect personify the mountain as a god or demi-god.
You have done very well.
Lyndon of the Winklings.
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