We two
We rose at dawn and
With yams in hand
Wound around
provoking bends
in thought
To the carpark
Beneath the giant
From the looks of the few fellow walkers
From the empty lot
We knew
Although we were told the
Slog was long
And snow of her namesake
Crept into our shoes
Although we were
Almost bucked from the pass
Now treacherous with icy blasts
We two
We mavericks
To the top
Before breakfast
- Amelia Young