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Upward Towards the Tip of the Mount
by Klytie

Upward toward the tip of the mount,
He bumped and struggled; tripped and staggered,
But onward and onward; worn and haggard.
Upward toward the tip of the mount,
The wind, like wolves, it howled and rushed,
But harder and harder; beat and pushed.
Upward toward the tip of the mount,
Joined by others who walked in his path,
But shoving them off; mean and wrath.
Upward toward the tip of the mount,
Snow came down in blankets and sheets,
But deeper and deeper; cold fingers and feet.
Upward toward the tip of the mount,
Someone called; pleading, imploring,
But climbing and climbing; ignoring, ignoring.
At last, at long last, the tip of the mount!
At the tip in the clouds, joyously shout.
He skipped and he laughed but they thundered and rumbled,
They let out a zap and down the man tumbled.
He whimpers and weeps at the base like before,
For he had struggled and climbed but shoved and ingnored.