by Don Case on Monday, February 28, 2011
The rocks are high
the rope is taught
the handle in hand
without a thought
Two hundred feet down
one thousand feet away
they wait to catch
the ones that play
One step to go
for adrenalin rush
feeling a breeze
the mind is hushed
Now at the end
the heart beats slow
pound in the head
time to go.
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