When you have reached the mountain’s top
Do you remember all the work, the heavy step
The hard earned breath?
Or do you just rejoice and live the moment.
Do you take in the views of open space
The air that feels like fuel burning your face
With joy and hope for other crests to conquer
Do you see the depth?
How far you’ve come,
The path below the valleys seem so joyful now
That you partake with your dear neighbor
The freedom’s feeling
And you give the moment wings
Free flying is your high soul
And it so dreaming once again
Renewed by mountain air.
Elk Knob memories
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