we climb atop the giants back
moving on, never giving slack
we scale the steep, rocky terrain
our adrenaline quieting our pain
and soon it becomes not about our goal
but the thrill of the chase, it feeds our souls
Onward between trees we weave and wind
another path left behind
We've reached the peak and are mezmerized
seeing through the sleeping giants eyes
Big broccoli heads of yellow red and green
blanket the land leaving nothing else to be seen
Our time on the sleeping giant was far too short
but sooner or later, our mission, we had to abort
Hopping down the cleavage of the mountain side
hoping to return and once again see through the giant's eyes.
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I think that was a terrific poem. Be sure to show it to Damian this week to see what he thinks.
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