Mountain Forged
A poem from April 2019
Light blue eyes squint from the strong sun and skin burns freckling relaxed wrinkles project years of experience onto my face like the rings of an old oak
Pushing and pulling, contracting and expanding the power of steep uphills the force of the downhills becomes engrained into my thighs and calves Knees creak from the exertion "better with age" we hear better to be used, abused and appreciated than to never have felt the pain