In order to climb Mt. Everest,
Your stamina must be at its very best,
For if you're too weak,
You won't reach the peak,
'Cause you'll always be stopping to rest.
(Actually, that's a limerick, but a clean one, at least. :)Here's one from a game
http://www.inspiringdicegames.com/poem.p...Mount Everest
My name is Mount Everest,
I¡¯m taller than the rest.
My head is as white as a snowball fight,
My rocks are as grey as a not very nice day.
I cannot run I cannot play I have to sit here day after day.
Many people have tried to conquer me,
But only the fittest will succeed to the top of me.
I¡¯m a very tricky Mountain,
Very tricky indeed.
I live in Tibet,
No I live in Nepal.
Who cares I¡¯m on top of them all.
n the Blue of the glacier,
The color of my eyes,
In the haul of the wind,
My breathing,
In the symphony of
Thousand lights,
My voice,
In the uproar of avalanches
My unquiet heart,
In the crystal glitter of
Snow my clear mind,
In the darkness of the underground
My fear,
In its beauty
My happiness,
In its inhospitableness
The sweat of my
Perseverance,
In its realm
My modesty,
In its silence
My peace,
In its immeasurable
Widths my liberty, in its eternity
My ecstasy.
The mountain - my life.
Christian Kuntner