Creations Conqueror Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Silence so loud its deafening
Straining to hear myself think
Iced barbs lashing exposed skin
A remembrance to those perished
Subdued yet elated
Every sinew aching
Such a pleasant ache
Lungs bursting from the effort
Eyes watering to ice
Breathing laboured and painful
Clouds of breath vapour blown to the wind
Looking out over the vista spread before
Rugged and wild
Untamed landscape of rock
Spewed up at creations dawn
Masters of our imaginations
Peaks as far as the naked eye can see
Was it worth all the pain?
All the lives lost in the ultimate goal
Elatedly the answer is yes
Conquered this mountain of grief
So many have tried
So many failed
Everest the pinnacle