Up the hill (poem)

The sun beats down on our backs
The soft breeze wraps around us and dances between our fingers
We reach the hill which looms above us.
Time seems to strech out.
Seconds become minutes, minutes feel like hours.
All thoughts have left my mind.
I concentrate on putting one foot infront of the other.
I look ahead and for a second my heart is filled with joy as it seems I have nearly reached the top
Yet the smile vanishes from my face as I realise I have been decieved.
I battle on through the last stages of the climb.
Finally I reach the top.

by Sara Montgomery