Standing on the groundI lift my eyes to the craggy hills
Rising above me, towering high
Hiding me here in their cold, cold shadow
Grey skies hover with a fine mist rain
Ice cold falls on the hard grey rock
Tumbling around me the drenching spray
Chilling my heart with its endless water
All around the hills loom high
Closing me in on every side
Guarding, protecting, enclosing my life
Trapping my soul in their endless circle
Scrambling upwards I start to rise
Finding my way in relentless rocks
Slipping, breathless in the chilling flow
Fixing my eyes on the air above
Standing on the ground
My feet on warm earth
I turn my gaze to the valley floor
Spreading below me the rolling downs
Lifiting my heart with their glowing colours
At my feet the cliffs fall, steep
Their heights refelected in their cold bleak faces
Admiring, exalting my beaten foe
Humiliated now by the daring climb
Malham Cove
March 1989
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