Sculptural artOr pile of rocksThe view aloft on mountain tops;To one just a ragged moundAnother a safety line is found;When lost in mist the drop is sparedBy the site of stones ahead impaired.One time with friendWe’d set off clearIntentions sharp, maps set No fear;We reached the ridge in record time And onward to the peakContinue reading “Cairn”
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