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Barb ! I love this poem! U guys coming to NY?? Remember the cell phone and calling card so we can find each other loll > BARBARA DAVIS wrote: > > MY MOUNTAIN > [Image] > Every time I climb a mountain, > And I'm feeling very proud, > Another one looms into view, > And once again, I'm cowed. > > I cannot always find the path, > Sometimes there isn't any, > Often I must start from scratch, > And the hindrances are many. > > Rocks and stones are in the way, > Sometimes I go around, > Some I can crawl over, > I kick others from the ground. > > Brambles are a nuisance, > But if I touch enough, > They're just an inconvenience, > For my skin has grown tough. > > I ignore small cuts and bruises, > They happen all the time, > They may halt me for a moment, > Soon I resume my climb. > > Sometimes friends climb with me, > I'm more often on my own, > Should I trip and hold them up, > They leave; I go on alone. > > If I slip, and I do often, > I may sit down and cry, > Eventually I get back up, > Give it another try. > > Sometimes I move in circles, > I just go 'round and 'round, > I don't make any progress, > In fact, I may lose ground. > > Struggle - struggle - struggle, > At last I reach the crest, > I laugh aloud - no longer cowed, > And I have found success. > > My satisfaction is short-lived, > As I realize I'm not done, > For there looms another mountain, > And it's a bigger one. > > As long as God will go with me, > And will let me take His hand, > I vow I'll keep on climbing, > 'Til I reach His Promised Land. > > ~ Virginia Ellis ~ > © and used with permission > Ginny's Place > > [Image]