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A Climber


The spring has begun. Now I will be able to climb it. With a opening of good weather coming up this will be my moment. I have checked my supplies. My crampons Wind suit And book bag are all in order. Now with my first big step I start to climb. I climb and I climb Using all my strength and energy To push myself that one extra step I feel the need for oxygen but that does not Slow me down. As I thought I reached the top, it Was just another step. The pain it took to climb it I fought it With tears in my eyes I persevered But when I finally reached the top I knew I accomplished Something. The odds were against me But I made it It hurt I made it I got frost bite I made it And it is said I’m a climber That it was I do And that’s what I live for
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