The road rose up to meet…
(Is that a blessing at all?)
Well, on the mountain, our feet
did up from heaven haul.
The syrupy hills kept turning,
the tar did backwards tug
but, hearts and lungs burning,
we onward, upward dug.
Breathlessly we lamented
’til, after a lengthy while,
the harrying road relented
for a single treacherous mile.
Then up it loomed again!
And hot the sun did shine.
Our minds and legs did strain
to picture the finish line.
Spurred on, we did ascend,
the mountain lost its fire,
we fought it to the end
and won the runner’s desire.
And now with slopes behind
knowing they did not smother
our hopes, we are inclined
to sign up for another.
