we hike on wooden legs
through labored gulps & pouring sweat
one step at a time
if we could, we would roll down muddy
mountain slopes, pebbles crashing on cascade
we hike on wooden legs
against majestic giant trees & rocks
nestling in silent hymns, we take in the vista-
through labored gulps & pouring sweat
canvas of green, dotted hills, lair of forest-
the panoramic view at the top, we swoon
one frame at a time
Mountains of Alberta, Canada
From my summer album of 2017
Oh.. for such a wonderful view, I wouldn't mind some sweat and wooden legs... it's worth all the frames you can get.
ReplyDeleteOh it takes me back! My wooden legs are longing to get there, be among ancestors. I'm always looking forward to your photos and poems of the Alberta wilderness.
ReplyDeleteI like the way the repeated lines subtly change their meaning. And of course, the sweating up the mountain is the price you pay for that view!Fabulous.
ReplyDeleteThe title was a surprise, Grace – it’s always the first thing I look at and think about – and I love the opening line: the wooden legs, labored gulps and pouring sweat made me feel exhausted, but well worth the view! I love the ‘canvas of green, dotted hills, lair of forest’ and ‘we swoon one frame at a time’ is perfect.
ReplyDeleteI really like how the stanzas explain the climb with the repeating lines changing a bit, and that
ReplyDelete"we swoon one frame at a time"--I love that!
You had me at /nestling in silent hymns/. Whenever I hiked in, or even drove through the mountains, Cascades or Rockies, I swear, listening to the wind whistling around peaks, I hear an angelic choir.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem Grace, spectacular photo - a wonderful post!
ReplyDeleteThe wooden legs are worth it!
ReplyDeleteyour poem is beautiful! The mountains of Alberta are breathtaking!
ReplyDeleteI especially love the 2nd stanza.
ReplyDeletegorgeous ~
ReplyDeleteThe joy of mountain vistas, yes..."we swoon one frame at a time"! Great poem...praise to the Architect.
ReplyDeleteI like the stepping contrasted with the rolling and the pause--great timing with the rhythm.
ReplyDeleteYour words flow and roll easily into each other, I love your mountain climb
ReplyDeletethis is a wonderful picture painted by words, no photo needed to enjoy it one frame at a time, i can relate to the wooden legs Grace, but the spirit pushes on
ReplyDeleteBeautiful cascading image you've woven here.
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