Grinah stones on Bleaklow.

Climbing higher, where the eagles dare,

Past craggy rocks and mountain air,

Each footfall steady, each heartbeat strong,

To the summit, I journey, where I belong.

The world beneath a tapestry vast,

A quilt of memories sewn from the past.

Atop the mountain, in silence I stand,

A conqueror embraced by nature’s hand.

The sky stretches wide, endless and true,

A canvas of blue, painted anew.

Here at the edge of my earthly quest,

I find my spirit, at peace and blessed.

Done