Days before his tragic death while attempting to climb Mt. Edgar in China last June, renowned alpinist Jonny Copp tapped into his poetic side and penned his last poem, Border Country. The poem is strangely foreboding of the tragedy to ensue several days later.
Here it comes to take me down, take me down with a thunderin’ sound.
Here she comes with arms spread wide, calling me back from border country.
Inch by inch, step by step, shadows are runnin’ in both directions.
Cowerin’ down from the echoing sounds bring us face to face.
Tighten my boots, make a run, turn to see that my thoughts untied, standing still in the blazing sun, nowhere to hide in Border Country.
Grabbin’ at the earth, holding on tight, wishin’ for my momma and my sweetheart’s delight.
Pull out a pennywhistle, let the old man dance, buying my ticket outta border country.
Along with being an exceptional climber, Copp was also a passionate musician. Those who’ve climbed with him fondly recall Copp’s unique piece of climbing gear–his flute. When he wasn’t high in the mountains piping away, Copp could be found in drum circles keeping the beat.
Despite his passing, Copp’s musical presence still remains thanks in part to musician Tres Altman of the Paper Stars. As an ode to his friend, Altman set Copp’s final work to music, which can be purchased here with all proceeds going to The Jonny Copp Foundation.
Long live Jonny Copp.
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