Summits Reached Before Depths

I climbed Cairn Hills summit step by step
On a day when all was well
The depths to which I was about to sink
Fate had in store I could not tell
The sun shone bright: a summers day
How could I foresee
That fire and fate so would conspire
Against a climber like me?

One year later, I climbed again
With apprehension this time:
What depths lay ahead for me to descend
After I cross a Kerry summit this time?
Is that just superstition?
Or is that the pattern of life
That peace attained is judged ill gained
So we must pay the penalty of strife?

This time last year I climbed Cairn Hill in Longford, an ambition fulfilled and all was well, and I was set to have the house finished by and large by that September. Then, on the May Day bank holiday Sunday night, fire took hold and burned it back to the walls. From literally the heights of happiness to the depths of despair in the space of less than a week, it was with tepridation I done the Kerry Way a few weeks ago, for a superstitions fear that similar life changing events may happen again. I hope thats just a superstition, and in fact its a turning point for the better. So far, the ringbeam still has to be done on the house and the ambition is to have the roof on again this year and the windows in and external doors.

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