HIGH TEA
We climbed 2,000 feet to be perched high on this wall
There’d been no mistakes, not a slip nor a fall
Now night was encroaching, we weren’t yet at the top
But we’d found a small ledge, just perfect to stop
A trickle of water nearby we had found
As it made its way down to the far below ground
So out with the stove, as Brit climbers do
Our first priority was to make us a brew
Mr. Brit
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This post was written by The Brit on September 2, 2008
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