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Ode to SOTA


#1

Ode To SOTA

What lofty peaks do I aspire?
On which to set my lengthy wire
And does the pleasure match the pain?
As I set out to climb again

In sleet and rain and icy hail
Ascending ripped by bitter gale
Each step more weary than the last
I steel myself to set my mast

To yonder pinnacle I must climb
Where mists will mask a view divine
Gasping for breath I slowly haul
My aching frame o’er stony wall

Brackish streams which to ford
Deep and narrow or shallow but broad
Pushing through the untrod bracken
My meagre pace I often slacken

To high point where few have stood
I weave my way through tangled wood
On rocky paths many a stumble
Oft walking stick prevents a tumble

At last upon the summit top
I lay my load and I can stop
Unpack the kit erect the mast
Make sure the pegs are knocked in fast

Sheltered in the summit cairn
I call CQ and work in turn
The chasers who answer my call
Be patient I will work you all

These lofty peaks to which I aspire
On which to set my lengthy wire
Well does the pleasure match the pain?
Ask me when I climb again

Stephen Studdart GW7AAV 2nd October 2007


#2

In reply to GW7AAV:

Your boss isn’t finding you enough work to do Steve:-)

Very good though.

73 Mike


#3

In reply to GW0DSP:

You had better tell “her” then ;o)


#4

“What lofty peaks do I aspire?
On which to set my lengthy wire
And does the pleasure match the pain?
As I set out to climb again”

I bet when I read this to my wife while looking at her, she’ll either fall on her back with laughter or … kick me out. :o)

Pure poetry, Stephen, pure poetry. a great read.

Peter