Is the mountain still too steep?
I think not, my step is light.
Can I see the peak from here?
Does it really matter?
T
he scene below breath-taking!
The climb lifts me to a different height.
Have I reached the top?
Who can tell?
Not I!
Is this the peak I searched for?
Or has the perspective changed the shape?
How can I know?
Do I need to?
The importance is the journey.
This one done.
This one finally complete.
Do I need to tread this way again,
Or seek this path,
Or brave these rocky crags?
No, I think not,
But there are other peaks
With other views,
With different ends,
With easier tracks,
Or harder.
From here the possibilities expand,
To tread a thousand peaks,
And tracks and rocks and valleys.
The challenges forever there,
But I can choose this route,
Or that.
Never again?
Finally?
Well that matters not at all.
The journey beckons,
The adventure, the exploration,
And they will always call.
And if the path leads to the top then …
So it will.
For Dee
(Later addition ... the power of the internet - this poem brought Mortimer back to us ... see his comment ... my blog is worthwhile after all ...)