The Great Wall of China
There it stands, meandering,
Across the emerald green,
From the East, towards the west,
On the tops of rolling jade,
Hills that shine like diamonds in
The early morning wind.
My feet beat the uneven ground,
Like many have before me,
Clutching at the crumbling rock
Which ivy clings to like a saviour,
I see the frozen guards that stand,
Unseeing, unblinking, unmoving.
The further I travel, the more I see,
The luscious red and brown herbs,
That coat, the landscape
Like a skin, that moves
In the rustling wind, alive,
Ready to share their secrets with me.
My breath ragged in my throat,
The stone turrets mocking,
Calling, offering shade,
And peace, and quiet.
But soon, I will reach the top.
The top of The Great Wall of China.

