When the Woods Get Dark
In honor of National Poetry Month, I’m submitting the first poem I wrote when I was a student at Paul Smith’s College in 2007.
In honor of National Poetry Month, I’m submitting the first poem I wrote when I was a student at Paul Smith’s College in 2007.
The second-to-final chapter of the Climb it 4 Climate series. By Bethany Garretson
The final day and a reflection on Climb it 4 Climate. By Bethany Garretson
I unclasped my pack and let it fall to the ground. Tempted to chuck it off the side of the mountain, I put my hands on my hips and tried to regain my composure. The pack was my weight, it was my support system and also my sinker…
Once I gained enough elevation, I was able to look out over the high peaks. I sat down in the middle of the slide and thanked the mountain for allowing me to be a part of it…
I knew I hadn’t accomplished anything yet. I was just proposing to do something. I knew how incredibly hard it would be…