Lazy Mountain
Contributed by Anthony Irsik
Up and up and up we go.
Down down down. . . down, our feet slip.
We are traveling three miles now,
Five miles distance by the end.
Peak of Lazy is our goal,
Its rocky cliffs and Old Glory,
We’ll look on the world below,
So up and up we do go.
From a distance, seems relaxed,
But then we climb on its back,
Angle sharp, sixty degrees,
Up and up, the peak we’ll see.
Down, down, down, the mud pushes,
Three thousand feet yet to rise,
On this poorly named mountain.
Up and up and up we climb.
Down, down, the mountain fights back,
Though we still reach timberline
A thousand more feet to climb,
Up and up and up we rise.
Down we all suddenly slip,
Mud then switches to solid rock,
The Alphorn declares the top,
So now we travel up, up.
At the end we cheer and roar
We stand above where hawks soar.
gaze upon Mat-Valley’s floor
We’re triumphant evermore.