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Nov 4, 2003 Saturday was my day. I made the climb on Diamond Head. Before the sunrise, before the traffic, it was my new experience for the week. Scarred, brown, ruptured earth, Yet, the cooing doves, bright; The new sky is here. There were only a few hearty souls between 6:15 and 7:15 A.M. Then they began to come in small groups of 3 and 4. Then in tour groups 8 to 20 strong. The hiking path got a little crowded in spots. Gravel paths pierce hillside, Climbing hard slops of lava From old eruptions. By 7:30 it was already getting hot, but the summit was worth every step of the climb. Miles of ocean, just exploding with sunlight. Fishing boats and sails, poka-dotting the green-blue waters off Waikiki. Ships to the morning A blessing of fish perhaps Pray for a full net. This was the right time, on the right day. I thought I was ready for the climb. Well, I made it, but I had to stop more than once along the way. I brought my journal, my pen, and now you've read some of the fruit of that. The summit encloses me And I catch those Who are reading their bibles And taking their pictures And wonder of this mountain, This strange, Volcanic ash strewn piece of ground. It is now time to desend Before the wrath of the fireball Cooks my feet and my brain. ------------ About the Author: Independent, Conservative, Christian. Married 29 years this month with five children raised and one grandson being raised. 30 year Army Veteran and published poet with www.poetry.com for the past 3 years. Email Michael John McCrae: michael.mccrae@us.army.mil Comment on this column in the forum. Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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