Wandering a Mountain
Up in a mountain top, up very high
Where the rocks give up with a gentle sigh
Moss grows on their surface where the stream flows
The ground’s steep and you’re higher than you know
The trees are spread out and look very white
But the ones near the bottom carry height
Air breathes thin and is often hard to find
But it’s so pure you really don’t mind
The stream is quite cold, like the mountain top
Whole mountain is old, beauty is non-stop
The place sings a song, a rhyming collage
It supplies rare flowers for a corsage
I wander along looking for some peace
The mountain provides hope with sweet release
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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