I scrambled up the side of the cliff ,
steeper the climb became ,
My father was up ahead of me ,
I don't know why I came .
As I had a terrible fear of heights
But I never told him that .
Now it was too late ,
Help , I cried then I froze where I was at .
I couldn't move .
My Father climbed back down to rescue me .
He said , Its ok .
But I wasn't .
I looked down the cliff and it was a long way .
The stones under my feet became marbles ,
I began to slide .
My Father reached out his hand to me as I was terrified .
I was frozen stiff on a cliff ,
with thoughts of having a fall .
Come on he said , take a small step , but I couldn't even crawl .
With fear there comes a time when everything just grinds to a stop .
How nice to look from the bottom back up at the mountain top .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-03-12 03:57:51
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