He chose to climb
The Alaskan Range
The winter of seventy-four
He stopped not at
That jagged peak
But on through heaven's door
His broken body
Was laid to rest
Beneath the frozen ground
Yet as I stand
Atop this world ...
I know its peace his soul has found.
Copyright© by Mark W. Vance Feb. 1979
(In Memory of My Cousin Ranger Phil Johnson)