so i had to write a poem for english class so i thought you guys might like it, feel free to critique, hopefully I'll learn something
If you go to the mountains just to go,
Or leave at four, just for the alpineglow,
Even if the conditions could make a grown man cry.
Or if on the long slog up you ask, "Why?",
but still love every minute on the mountian.
If high up, above the rest,
You yourself cant catch a moment of rest.
But still you call the mountains your church,
Just thinking high up on your solemn perch,
Or of you have willingly come face to face with death,
And love your life all the more for it.
Or if somewhat warm and glue-like oatmeal sounds good,
And thousands of feet of frontpointing sound bad.
If there is always another mountain or another route,
and getting to the top is only half,
Then you, my friend, might be a mountaineer.
-CS