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How to Die in the Mountains

How to Die in the Mountains

So I was clearing through some of my things and came across this poem.  I must have scribbled it down whilst I was doing some course (I used to do a lot of mountain walking and navigation courses, back in the day).

Anyway, I share it now on my blog, so that I have a record of it.

Seek no wisdom, leave no word

Common sense is too absurd.

 

Take no extra food or gear,

You’ll not need them, have no fear.

 

Do not fret if you’ve got no skill,

People like you are hard to kill.

 

We beg of you, before you die,

Pick a place that’s not too high.

The Uncertainty of the Poet by Wendy Copes

I love this poem – hope you do, too!

I am a poet.
I am very fond of bananas.

I am bananas.
I am very fond of a poet.

I am a poet of bananas.
I am very fond.

A fond poet of ‘I am, I am’-
Very bananas.

Fond of ‘Am I bananas?
Am I?’-a very poet.

Bananas of a poet!
Am I fond? Am I very?

Poet bananas! I am.
I am fond of a ‘very.’

I am of very fond bananas.
Am I a poet?