The Mountain

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic

Recently I took a backpacking trip on the Appalachian Trail in the White Mountains of New Hampshire with two of my friends. The rocky terrain was a lot different from the hiking we had done in our
home state of Virginia on the Appalachian Trail. One of the highest peaks we climbed was Mount Madison, which is around 5,300 feet tall. Like the hiker in the poem, we didn't let the mountain
defeat us and we made it to the summit. It might have taken us six hours to climb two miles to get to the top, but we did it! The cover picture is us at the top.

Submitted: August 12, 2018

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Submitted: August 12, 2018



“The mountains are calling, and I must go.”

They’re calling, calling me to play Russian Roulette with fate.

Tempting me to climb to perilous peaks.

To risk my life for the satisfaction of a view from the heavens.

One wrong step, one slip and I could fall to great depths.


The mountains are calling; they want to win in the game of life.

As I crawl and stumble over a thousand stones;

my pack wants to pull me down as it fights with the grip of gravity.

As the mountain is whispering to me,

telling me to give up.

Telling me to press the cancel button on my hopes, goals and dreams.

Whispering that it’s okay to not achieve the achievable.

To come in last place in the race of life.

To be beat.


The mountains are calling, to which I will answer! 

I grab my trekking poles and lace up my hiking boots.

The mountains will not defeat me!

I take one step after the other as I inch my way to the summit.

Like the tortoise I will make it to the finish line.

The mountains will not defeat me!


I breath the cool mountain air as it refreshes my lungs.

It gives me energy and life; the will to keep climbing.



3,000 feet.

I climb where no trees grow and a strong wind blows.

I hear whispers in the wind, but I don’t let them enchant me.

I take a sip of water from my bottle and look up toward the peak, piercing the clouds.

I am almost there!

I am almost there!

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