coopers rock manventure, september 6, 2010A Poem by andy groeup down and through. between and underneath. our wrists and knees are scraped, but it was worth it to reach the top. nooks so dark you can't see your eyes. a dusty trip down a steepened cliff. huge rock rampage the surrounding forest as they barrel down the hill. then back to basics as we aim to conquer the world. for a moment we feel like kings. we are kings. victorious, triumphant, boisterous. and to finish the day we enjoy the well deserverd plunder of a little caesar's pizza pie. © 2010 andy groe |
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