Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Over the Boulby Head.


Over the Boulby Head.




Here before me stands a giant,
Behemoth of land in sky,
Facing here the sea,
As a warrior defending me.
But I must rise to challenge,
Before my day is through.
Haul my sack upon my back,
And fight till I turn blue.
At first his flanks are easy,
Then tiresome comes to call,
Better that I go around,
Than concede to him I'd fall.
Beast of overwhelming me,
I push on through the pain,
If I don't beat this hill,
I will never rise again.
Here arrives the summit now,
And god I'd love to scream.
That fearsome head of cold scarred rock,
Did not kill me, nor my dream.