Successful Crossing
I crossed the wilds, my staff in hand,
the first to conquerl this wild land.
My hood in place to combat the sun,
I would not stop until I’d done
the task I’d set to cross this space
that had been the burial place
of so many, from first to last,
who had found their lot was cast
as they had tried, only to find
the task to be a hopeless grind:
trails split by crevasses deep and wide,
cliff ledges with no room to slide
back to cliff, from right to left
across the mountain’s mighty cleft.
As said before, so many failed––
died in the act, or merely bailed.
Only I succeeded, by machination
to cross in my imagination.
For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 767 the prompt words are: wild cross left staff last split burial grind space land room hood

That is so brave of you to keep trying until success. Beautifully written piece 👍 Have a nice week ☺️
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Probably different shoes. 😉 I crossed a lot of mountains in my imagination, too. I love this photo of you!
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Great poem Judy.
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A well crafted dream
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This is so good, I really like where the words took you.
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What a beautiful photo and beautiful words. I love this
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at first i thought you were barefoot… thinking adventurous girl going barefoot… i love the strong will to keep going till conquered where others had not… perfectly penned rhyming Sunday wordle poem
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Beautifully written Judy
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Wonderful poem. Judy!
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