This rhyme was inspired by my first day climbing at Smith Rock with an inspiring group of people
Ropes drape along my wing span
quickdraws jangle as I think, I can
watching rock face put others to the test
protection from above – wait - a raptors nest?
Praying from bouldering,
Smith has me searching
for that hold that holds me safe from my doubts
fingers bold and cold along this 5-8 route
anxiety chills my chest sweat
the elderly duo’s sweet success
ageless bodies re-ignite on site
Feelin right, climbin like a kite
friends that support
helpin’ everyone grow
no pushing no forcing,
you’ll know when you know
