The six of us dressed warm, protection from grabbing colds outside.
I remember we would always check our gear...more than twice.
Snowshoes, face masks, baseball cards, the chains upon our bikes,
and other hanging things; we always checked them...more than twice.
Last we checked our parkas, with their many fur lined pockets,
just to be sure we had packed enough stuff, especially the sugar.
This climb would take a team well trained with plenty of stuff,
with plenty of sugar.
Finally the waiting too much, we were ready to leave.
Anxious energy! Not nervous, no never that indeed,
a few young men looking forwards, towards the challenging.
With cries of be aware and be careful coming from behind,
echoes in young ears, are ever distant, forever fading.
Leaving so quickly we never heard...doors closing.
The road ahead was rigorous.
Soon, our goal in front of us
The ominous, looming large
imposing such that nothing
upon it ever grew.
Even the sun it seemed
feared too much revealing
for always on it to and fro,
dark shadows were moving.
Andy never had met fear, in truth our fearless leader.
When he was with us we always knew, we could go anywhere.
Today into the hollow, his lead we all would follow.
At first upon our mountain bikes, as far as was allowable.
Even into deepest snow, where slowing tires are swallowed whole.
Then quickly, jumping onto white cold, snowshoes ankle deep,
climbing hard, no cares of consequence, with covered hands and knees.
Impervious to the sweat pouring down our cold red cheeks.
Then together, all of us, when our pinnacle was finally reached,
would celebrate upon the top, makers of one destiny!
Masters of the mountain, atop one throne we would be
forever friends alive through time, six kings.
Then we would do our best to throw each other…off the other side!
Andy and me, Jeff and Steve, Thor and little Donny.
Every day it seemed someone could be king
The kings of Horsy Hill.
Ten feet high maybe
but not in young mens dreams.
Four feet high behind a mall,
last time I saw,
but not in old men's dreams.
(And then there was the mighty river)
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wow, such a moving and vividly descriptive poem! thanks for the entry and best of luck!
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An amazing look and childhood from almost every aspect. There's so much more to this than what's on the surface. Wonderful read. Thanks for sharing!
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Oh! This is just great! Filled with charming and nostalgic glimpses into the past... when life was sweet... and making montains out of mole hills was just part of the dream...
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memories... the one thing no one can take from us!!! I loved this beautifull penned piece!
All the best in the contest!
Becks
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man of the mountain.. lol even we girls played this.. oh what fun it was yes.. oh what fun for country kids too.. memories loved this Michael yes I did.
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I loved this!! What a great story... I was swept away in a little bit of your childhood with this. Wonderfully written!
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