M@
04-21-2001, 01:45 AM
"Those that came to give the cheer"
The time is growing near,
To test you lack of fear
And to gaze over the Headwall getting tan
But before you do the deed
You must work, at crawling speed
And hump the trail that they call "Tuckerman"
For it's "Climb, Climb, Climb"
And never one glance shot behind
It starts out dry but it might just turn to snow
You must cross the river twice
And navigate the mud and ice
To the camping and a rest spot named, Ho Jo
Some stop to take a break
or out a lean-to spot to steak
Every eye drawn to the west to the ravine
But if you're looking for more than one run
You better try to beat the sun
And get your self into the bowl, which now is seen
For it's "Climb, Climb, Climb"
Carrying beer and skis and wine
The poison in you potion is your choice
Some drink to friends or to the weather
Or the memory of Heather
And some may drink to stop the talking of "The Voice"
When you finally reach the Lunch Rocks
and buckle up and lock the locks
And decide which route you courage you will dare
To the left is a gully
to the right another gully
And each path is kindly filled with pre-built stairs
So it's "Climb, Climb, Climb"
In your heavy boots this time
And each stair you step seems to get a little deeper
And when you stop to look around
And glance up from the ground
You notice that it's more than a little steeper
When you finally reach the top
And something somehow makes you stop
You're head is spinning from the dizzying height
Now it's time to strap-em-on
The beginning of the run
Have a breath and then a good look at your fright
Just then that little voice inside
Has a discussion with your pride
And each of them have throne their manners by the way
You're standing very still
There's an eerie quite chill
And your wasting much of the already too short day
One last glance at your descent
All that hiking will soon be spent
Just a single moment more to test your mettle
Then the better part of wisdom
Makes an almost violent Schism
As the question:"Go or wait" is finally settled.
Now it's, "Turn, Turn, Turn"
And you legs begin to Burn
Keep your line and resist the urge to traverse
You must try to please the crowd
And make them cheer and yell out loud
But just before the headwall you take a turn for the worse
You try to pull the brakes
And your legs begin to shake
A quick prayer for a soft landing you bequeath
As you try to stop your skis
you beg them with a "please"
But they really don't work well with nothing underneath
Now it's "Fall, Fall, Fall"
And you tumble down the wall
Spreading 'quipment to all corners of the hill
When you finally come to stop
very very very far from the top
You're shock makes you, for a moment, sit quite still
Then you slowly lift your head
From your random ravine bed
And from a handy pocket pull one can of shaken beer
You pull the tab and it sprays
But you drink it anyways
And you toast to Those That Came to Give the Cheer
(c)2001 M@ Sheppard
The time is growing near,
To test you lack of fear
And to gaze over the Headwall getting tan
But before you do the deed
You must work, at crawling speed
And hump the trail that they call "Tuckerman"
For it's "Climb, Climb, Climb"
And never one glance shot behind
It starts out dry but it might just turn to snow
You must cross the river twice
And navigate the mud and ice
To the camping and a rest spot named, Ho Jo
Some stop to take a break
or out a lean-to spot to steak
Every eye drawn to the west to the ravine
But if you're looking for more than one run
You better try to beat the sun
And get your self into the bowl, which now is seen
For it's "Climb, Climb, Climb"
Carrying beer and skis and wine
The poison in you potion is your choice
Some drink to friends or to the weather
Or the memory of Heather
And some may drink to stop the talking of "The Voice"
When you finally reach the Lunch Rocks
and buckle up and lock the locks
And decide which route you courage you will dare
To the left is a gully
to the right another gully
And each path is kindly filled with pre-built stairs
So it's "Climb, Climb, Climb"
In your heavy boots this time
And each stair you step seems to get a little deeper
And when you stop to look around
And glance up from the ground
You notice that it's more than a little steeper
When you finally reach the top
And something somehow makes you stop
You're head is spinning from the dizzying height
Now it's time to strap-em-on
The beginning of the run
Have a breath and then a good look at your fright
Just then that little voice inside
Has a discussion with your pride
And each of them have throne their manners by the way
You're standing very still
There's an eerie quite chill
And your wasting much of the already too short day
One last glance at your descent
All that hiking will soon be spent
Just a single moment more to test your mettle
Then the better part of wisdom
Makes an almost violent Schism
As the question:"Go or wait" is finally settled.
Now it's, "Turn, Turn, Turn"
And you legs begin to Burn
Keep your line and resist the urge to traverse
You must try to please the crowd
And make them cheer and yell out loud
But just before the headwall you take a turn for the worse
You try to pull the brakes
And your legs begin to shake
A quick prayer for a soft landing you bequeath
As you try to stop your skis
you beg them with a "please"
But they really don't work well with nothing underneath
Now it's "Fall, Fall, Fall"
And you tumble down the wall
Spreading 'quipment to all corners of the hill
When you finally come to stop
very very very far from the top
You're shock makes you, for a moment, sit quite still
Then you slowly lift your head
From your random ravine bed
And from a handy pocket pull one can of shaken beer
You pull the tab and it sprays
But you drink it anyways
And you toast to Those That Came to Give the Cheer
(c)2001 M@ Sheppard