Dreaming of mountains.

I never liked the lowlands very much, having grown up a prisoner at the bottom of the Thames Valley.

So there have been a few mountains and hills which are now just memories.

There is nothing to compare with struggling up a mist shrouded mountain only for the air to clear when you get to the top and that's why I chose this poem;


The low lands callI am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer

The massive mountain makes its move
Beckoning me to ascend
A much more difficult path
To get up the slippery bend

I cannot choose both
I have a choice to make
I must be wise
This will determine my fate

I choose, I choose the mountain
With all its stress and strain
Because only by climbing
Can I rise above the plain

I choose the mountain
And I will never stop climbing
I choose the mountain
And I shall forever be ascending

I choose the mountain

Howard Simon

Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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