Calling
I heard the call from o'er the hills,
Often, do I hear it still.
Come it calls, come and climb
Come unto a place sublime.
Walk amongst a land of dreams
Refresh your soul by mountain streams.
Walk above the clouds and there,
Breathe the purest mountain air.
Come then, let your spirit fly
Walk the fells, touch the sky.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2016
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