THE CLIFF

The day I looked up from its base, the cliff

Appeared to be, highest peak of earth.

Unconquered, unencircled, beau as if,

Admiring its own Hottentotish girth.

Me thought, to climb and conquer it was hard

But as my wish to do something was strong,

I started climbing yard by fearsome yard

Because I think inaction to be wrong.

Yard by dangerous yard as I climbed,

Uncounted higher cliffs came in view

I felt my urge to climb was rightly timed Because

with sense of déjà vu I knew.

I wondered climbing, as the air cooled

How easily can the ignorant be fooled