Hello, Mount Cook! by James Aitchison

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Since dawn the sky was low,

no glimpse of you allowed;

now I see you clearly, 

rising through the cloud.

Brave ones dare to climb you,

facing terrors all the way;

but I’m no mountaineer,

down here I will stay!

Teacher’s note:  Mount Cook — Aoraki (its Maori name) — is New Zealand’s highest mountain.  
In 2014, its height was given as 3,724 metres.

Photo by Ginette Pestana

I, Eagle by James Aitchison

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I am an eagle now in flight,

my wings will lift me high,

above the crowded peaks

that claw into the sky.

I soar among the jagged crags,

they hold no fear for me;

this is the eagle’s kingdom,

and the eagle will be free.

Photo by James Aitchison

Mountain Morning by James Aitchison

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The morning mist lingers,

doesn’t want to go.

The air crackles,

overnight was zero.

I’ve stoked the fire,

boiled the tea,

a long cold day

awaits me.