Saturday, April 14, 2012

NAPOWRIMO Day 14 Sonnet

The Hill

The hill seemed insurmountable at worst,
with thorns, thickets, poison ivy and heat.
Inevitably the strongest walked first.
Stragglers, youngsters, anticipated defeat.

Half way the hill accommodated hikers.
Ground smoothed, stones rounded, walking eased.
As if motorcycles changed all to bikers,
progress facilitated, all smile, look pleased.

Two hikers fell, rolling one atop the other.
Broken ankles followed; stretchers improvised.
A fight broke out, the rollers happened to be brothers.
The men made peace; the walk mobilized.

Atop the hill all viewed the downward side.
Hikers guffawed to find three limos were their ride.

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