miles from malvern

we know the upward road has many turns
no one who sees the mountain would have doubt
there is no easy movement in or out
no bridges cross the many little burns
the one who works is also one who yearns
to cross the ridge and give a mighty shout
looking at the new vistas thereabout
he understands who such small things discerns
each milestone tells a story that's well known
about the ones who passed this way before
and paused a moment to admire the view
the world lies open to its very bone
we have so much and yet still seek for more
what may be old for each is always new