The mountain towers
Over the surrounding range,
Dominating the terrain.
Its peak is usually
Shrouded in clouds,
But on those rare occasions
When it thrusts
Its icy head out
For all the world to see,
It’s breathtakingly beautiful.
The weather up there
Can be dangerously fickle,
Clear and shiny one moment
And a raging blizzard the next.
Its slopes are rugged,
Steep and treacherous.
Only the hardy
Or the foolhardy
Try to conquer its face
And there are always
A few of each
Answering its call.
Charlie McCormick
About Me
- Charlie McCormick
- Adana, Türkiye
- I am an engineer, and have been for most of my life, but my passion is writing. I have developed a style that seems to suite me, somewhere between poetry, and common everyday dialog. I have done a few things in my life and gained a bit of wisdom along the way. The narratives I write are my way of passing on the wisdom I have collected. They consist of daily observations about the nature of life, the people I meet and the situations I find myself in. I try to add a few more each day to keep the blog alive, and to give me a sense of the momentum of my life. If any of you feel like corresponding with me, asking questions, or whatever, please send me an email at mccormick.charlie@yahoo.com. I would appreciate your feedback.
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