The snow is capped on the mountain,
Two hearts beat as one,
Cold and tingles in the air,
Our breathe we breathe do we care.
We see the mist coming down on us,
We panic and get confused,
What are we doing here,
We see lights and we realise we must,
Be near.
We trundle our way through the night,
Feet heavy with all the snow,
Our eyes glistening with reality,
Do we really have to go.
Up here it is bliss and all sublime,
What do we really care,
Our thoughts are wandering to yesterday,
We stop for a moment and stare.
All for that moment long gone,
Shivering in our shoes,
Capped by the days glory,
What do we have to lose..
By Patricia Preece
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