|Posted by Andy Scott on December 20, 2011 at 7:50 PM|
Following there, the mistral sings.
Being lead by guided death’s strings
When I walk my designed steep hill
is it my thought? Is it my will?
Am I ready for what it brings?
This hills climb gives the spirit springs.
Body has feeling of kings,
enough to overcome life’s ills.
At times so powerless it stings.
This journey through the endless rings.
Outsiders tinkering for thrill.
Destiny written by fate’s quill.
Just pray guided pure, strong wings.
December 20, 2011
© Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2011