My step-father was a man of few words and few deeds but when he spoke or acted it was a profound moment.


The ascent of man

Hughie's base camp was the lounge sofa,
Where he would lie thinking of the bigger picture,
And when he had reached a pinnacle of thought
He would say 'Goodnight', climb slowly up the stairs,
Until he reached 'Everest'.


Chris Fernie, 2009




Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2009-07-08 at 23:43

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