The Wall

It is just there, waiting
it stands there, night and day
day and night, all year long
rain sleekly runs down it
it washes away the foot prints
the fingerprints, hand prints
the chalk marks left behind
then snow swiftly sticks to it
all winter long
it waits lonely under the white covers
it is just there, waiting
it stands there, night and day
day and night, all year long
Spring comes and washes away, the dirt
from it
all tucked in under the snow
it melts the blanket away
the running waters makes it sleek again
it is slippery, and still lonely
lonely for the longest time from Winter to Spring
sometimes even longer
it awaits to be taken
again
it waits to be caress by strong hands
it stands there exposed to all
again
we love it when the sun comes up
and we are able to take it once more
it is a thrill to be with her again
a reunion of sorts
she brings excitement to me and many
some are even addicted to her
but I am just a beginner but I love her
she thrills me and scares me, at times
she is the rock that stands alone
waiting to be taken and conquered
it is the wall
waiting to be climb