— Nick Butterfield
Some carry the monster
On their back.
It was angels along the way
That lifted the heavy.
There were frogs that
Tried to kiss her
The Queen of the mountain
Who hiked along the crest
And found a path at the end
Of the road with only boots
and toenails lost!
It was the wild you came home to-
Where bears rattled and snakes ran.
While you were weary, and maybe
Your underwear was dirty..
I saw you smile
Going up when once you were down.
Silence changed the you
That always was.
