Green Mountain
Oh majestic peaks,
standing so tall,
the points never meager,
uplifting like the beautiful dowager.
~*~
The greenery covers,
like a flock of plovers,
and a blanket of fibrous wicker,
near the rocky slopes that flicker.
~*~
The sunlight is poking through,
and a wall of clouds of suspended dew,
a stand of conifers abridged,
growing across the green mountain ridge.
~*~
Oh Green Mountain, so rich in seeds and nuts,
like the early bakers torte,
your cool mountain streams,
cleanse thy body and make me gleam.
Copyright © Richard Mcclellan | Year Posted 2012
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