Under thick foliage, small stone steps wind their way down the hill to the water their coats of moss cool and moist shield the rocks from my sight until it’s really much too late.
My foot slides down I go with a shriek that cuts the air and echoes far across the valley rough and tumble bouncing praying hard that no one hears or sees me.
I test my limbs and listen close for creaks and cracks my butt hurts but not as much as my pride I start again down the hill but this time I avoid the slippery mossy stairway.
Very well written. I've had my pride hurt many times before. (lol) The only difference is that the minute I side-stepped the moss I would hit the banana peel. My mom always told me to watch where I was walking. Turned out to be good advice.
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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The reality is:
It is harder to climb up than to go down.
Wonderful write!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Very well written. I've had my pride hurt many times before. (lol) The only difference is that the minute I side-stepped the moss I would hit the banana peel. My mom always told me to watch where I was walking. Turned out to be good advice.