Ron | 
December 6, 2008 @ 10:27 am| 
Stay tuned for a slide show of my climb of Mt. LeConte as soon as I figure out how to put one on this site. Mt. LeConte is the highest vertical climb in the Eastern U.S.
Miss Mt. LeConte
White hair flowing to your waist,
Such a cruel and spiteful ploy
You played to mask your scowl etched face.
Miss Mt. LeConte, a spinster I would think
From your morose, unsociable posture
Towering above, looking down, judgemental,
Funeral garb drapped to the ground.
Why would you need a man?
Even a backdrop of sun filled skies
Could not disguise an anger you held
Of encroachment nor soften your virulent air.
How we mortals love the game,
Dominate, control, violate -
So began my quest to convert
Your insolence to lap cat purring,
An assault to you so pitiful as an ant
On a proven path, no leader,
No follower, just an ant.
Annoyed, you then, with the back of your hand
Of wind and snow and ice and rain,
Reached to brush me from your skirt.
rlkilgore
