
ALT A poem printed and attached to a gate. Walking in Mountains, by Nancy Newall You shall know the night...its space, its light, its music. You shall see the earth sink in darkness and the universe appear. No roof shall shut you from the presence of the moon. You shall see a mountain rise in the transparent shadow before dawn. You shall see..and feel..first light, and hear a ripple in the stillness; You shall enter the living shelter of the forest. You shall walk where only the wind has walked before. You shall know immensity, and see continuing the primeval forces of the world. You shall know not one small segment, but the whole of life, strange, miraculous, living, dying, changing. You shall face immortal challenges; you shall dare, delighting, to pit your skill, courage and wisdom against colossal facts. You shall live, lifted up in light; you shall move amongst clouds You shall see storms arise, and; drenched and deafened, shall exult in them. (Continued, though run out of alt space)

































