Hillary hurried to the hilltop

His heart halted his haste,

He in heaven helped him hurry

Hurtling over hurdles he hates.

Heights hollered at him hard

‘Hasten! Hillary, hold your halts’,

Holding his hammering heart

He hastened; his head held high.

Hopping to herculean heights,

Hillary halted on highest hill.

Happy Hillary made history,

Was hailed by every heart.

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 Poet's note: This is a light-hearted tribute to Edmund Hillary, a great mountaineer, explorer and philanthropist.