Tales told, spilled drinks, bubbling laughter:
Of wet, tired bodies, of freezing fear.
You’ve done nothing until you’re warm, after
Dizzying drops, avoiding disaster,
Snow, ice and cliffs uncomfortably near.
Tales told, spilled drinks, bubbling laughter
Struggling, wishing your pack was lighter,
Feet slogging, grinding like a broken gear
You’ve done nothing until the warm times after
The mountain proves that she’s your master
Wettest, coldest day of the year
Tales told, spilled drinks, bubbling laughter
Rushing water; swimming is longer
Rapids hidden in water most unclear
You’ve done nothing until the warm times after
Icy pints, antlers in the rafters
Roaring fire, fresh socks, dry clothes are here.
Drinks spill, tales told with bubbling laughter
of adventures, now you’re warm and it’s after.
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