I turn a corner,
to face the gradual rise
of another hill.
~
When I reach the end, by the
blue sky, will it only be to see
the path continue upward?
~
Surely some corner,
before the clouds, will show the
glorious summit?
Poems written by Nicholas Rowe, from the small island of Guernsey in the Atlantic Ocean.
I turn a corner,
to face the gradual rise
of another hill.
~
When I reach the end, by the
blue sky, will it only be to see
the path continue upward?
~
Surely some corner,
before the clouds, will show the
glorious summit?