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By the Mountain Stream
While I was waiting by the peaceful stream I was lost in contemplation and dream I looked up northward toward the mountain pass Suddenly a cloud appeared, boiling mass Quickly dark clouds tumbled with windy throw Purple sky and thunder crash pushing snow While I watched the snarling sky wind began Oh no, I must find shelter if I can Replaced with dread all peace had flown away There was no time to wait, terror pushed my day Speeding down the winding path I ran fast Was that a giant hollow tree I passed? Sweet shelter that I’m looking for, I ‘m blessed Though in the passing moments I’ve been stressed On a pile of rotted wood I sat still While outside snow began to fall, the chill The wind was roaring stirring all the trees Branches falling, blinding snow, would I freeze? I’m waiting for the time that I can go I need to see a break in wind and snow Then off again I run, I couldn’t wait Flying through the snow, what will be my fate? Through the fresh new snow I trudged short of breath Lightening crashed close by, would this be my death? I see the hill; in but one mile my car The joy, I’m safe again and not too far
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