Reaching Olympus


Climbing the Olympus Mount,

You soon find what it's all about.


Like its mythic predecessor of yore. 

The mountain stands, too tall before. 


Lost in its mystique myth,

Of clouds so full of pith. 


As to be palpable to taste,

There isn't a moment to waste. 


For the daylight leaves all too quick. 

And the clouds move in all too thick. 


You struggle and strive on the steep slope side,

With all your skill and strength you must abide. 


Before the dark storm comes and turns you out,

Before you are overcome by fear and doubt. 


And the summit looms before your sight,

Its brilliance casting out the death dark night.


Copyright 2002 © Ronald W. Hull



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