The Frog and the Granite Shore, Part IV

From windswept shore I climbed to rocky perch,
Crowned like giant stairs to steepled church,
Solid and immovable, no waver, without lurch;
Pitching boat ‘mid rolling waves, fragile as the birch,
I feared for frail men, how perilous the search;
When calmed the wind, I climbed from rocky perch.

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