Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Ode to an Anchor

Ode to an Anchor: A climbing poem by Christina Cox 
If I were an anchor I'd be tied to a tree
Strong and alive, in all ways SRENE
Part hex perhaps, but no Tricams I desire
For if I were to set, your second's temper will fire!

When pondering my placements, be not hasty not quick
A dead tree or poor nut will not do the trick
Creativity, wisdom, and flexibility I need
Until you are satisfied, do not rush the deed
I will hold you through your commitments and crux
Do not fear that move, for in me you trust!
And when the climb is over and the day is done
Rest assured, your safety has been defined in a pun

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