There is no such thing as an easy road,
the land twists and turns at the weathers fight,
but high above where the long river flowed
pride and peace prevail at the sight.
She scrambled over the big jagged rocks,
and channeled Puffing Billy up the hill.
She pushed herself until she saw black dots
but nothing was stronger than her will.
For, when she arrived at the highest point,
she sat and surveyed the earths majesty.
Although, she had worn out her weary joints,
the journey was threaded in her life’s tapestry.
Charlie Ann Alford 
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