The Journey
I'm standing at the mountain foot, its summit obscured with cloud,
Jagged and sharp the mountain stands, but beautiful and proud,
Two paths lay before me, both leading to the prize,
One direct but very steep, to slip is your demise,
The other a much longer path, but equally as tough,
Obstacles are in the way and the footing very rough,
I arrive here in my autumn month and the longest path I choose,
Although my journeys twice as long I know I will not lose,
The autumn makes my journey hard, with rain and slippy leaves,
So I know that I will fall sometimes and end up on my knees,
But soon my mountains rain will pass and the sun will cheer the day,
Creating the most amazing rainbow to guide me on my way.
Laura Peil (2009)
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