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Edmund Hilary and Mount Everest

Mountaineering (and more generally exploring) is something that interests me, albeit from a distance, so when I recently found out that the great New Zealand mountaineer and explorer Edmund Hilary, one of the first men to climb to the summit of Everest, had passed away, I had the idea to write a narrative poem (something I rarely do) imagining, alongside a bit of research into the facts of the expedition, his climb to the great mountain's summit. The fruits of this exercise are below. As ever, comments and suggestions are welcome. I might leave this poem up permanently.


Everest


i.m. Edmund Hillary
(mountaineer and explorer, 1919 – 2008)



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Comments

Matt Merritt said…
I like this, Ben, especially those last few lines. The only bit that jarred slightly was "sussed" - it sounds a bit too modern.
Ben Wilkinson said…
Thanks, Matt, glad you enjoyed it. I'm thinking of tinkering with the whole thing when I get the chance; 'sussed' is a bit niggling as you say, and a few sections need sharpening up and tidying.
Your free verse poem provided enjoyable reading. Thank you very much for sharing it.

Paterika
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Anonymous said…
It's really good tribute to the Heros of Himalays. We all Nepalis people are missing alotto Edmund Hilary-The friend of Nepal and Tenzing Sherpa-The Brave son of Nepal.

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