One Slip

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Linville Gorge is a favorite hiking spot in the North Carolina Blue Ridge Mountains. You can see the cliffs that shadow each side rising high above the trees and falls below. Although there are warning signs telling hikers of the danger of getting to close to the edge, you can see in the photo,  some still do not listen. Several hikers over the years have been drawn to the edge like the beauty of a sirens song, only to make one slip and fall to their death.  I believe there is something in our wild nature of invincibility that tells us we can handle it. It won’t happen to me. Sadly we may only get one chance to find out how wrong we were to believe that.

Standing on the edge

of  natures awesome beauty

One slip ends it all

 

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No Soft landing here…

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

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Raindrops

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Raindrops

Glad I’m not a raindrop falling

From ten thousand feet in the air

Landing with a hard splat on the highway

Dividing and joining with others to run

Down the ditches red mud along for the ride

Glad I’m not a raindrop falling on the roses

Soft landings with no bottoms sharp thorns

Splitting drops in half no injury or hurt

Painless tears running down a jagged stem

Only to be swallowed up by thirsty roots

Glad I am not a raindrop falling from on high

Freezing into balls of crystal with no flexibility

Stacking up like congressmen in cold masses

Chilling everything with cold unchanging views

What future promise do crystal balls hold

Glad I am not a raindrop falling into a lake

Pounding the surface in vain spreading abroad

Lost in the masses swallowed in vastness

Identity lost waiting to be reborn once more

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth