Uploaded on April 5, 2012
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls.
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Poetry for Young People: Animal Poems
04.05.2024: I remember the day I took this. I was on my way home from the golf course, after dropping Luke off for 18 holes or more.