A beautiful Mountain. A friend of mine that I went to high school with, went there and climbed that mountain. He said he will never forget the thrill of that climb.
ARE WE WORTHY
The passion of woman
Is drawn by the words of man
To surface in thought
Of remembered dreams
Soft as the gentle touch
Of a poem or a song
Yet, with great determination
To protect the heart
With caution and time
Most men do not see the
Quiet armor of self preservation
Until they ride into it
Like invisible walls
The lesser strength
Turns out to be the
Strongest of all
And with the quiet
Patience of time
Stops, turns, and waits
For man to catch up
Sometimes we are worth it
Sometimes not.