Trek To Kanlaon Poem by elna mercado

It began long before the walk,
From home there’s enormous caulk,
No one can convince my folks.
Merits I must exhibit and earn.
The key unlocked and learned.

What a privilege to meet new friends,
Whose knowledge my ignorance ends!
Students and teachers converging to a point,
The summit is where our dreams are joined.
Our journey, it began in a dream.

Start off confined my sight at every step
The trek promise no paradise steppe.
Climbing, my heart is struggling to fight,
The ascend requires breathing with all might,
But most difficult part of the journey is within.

I stoop and sniff the scent every flower,
Wanting to know their secret power,
To hold on to this journey because…
Giving up is not an option,
Going up is the only direction.

The climb, a test of skills
And all about the will.
The true journey is the now in my thoughts.
Looking down there’s threat of falling,
Looking up there’s joy in aiming.

I want to write what all poets dream,
The beauty of nature screams,
But my journey isn’t with my pen.
The challenge, I need to win,
Myself and the mountain! ! !

Summer 77 elna