Mountain Rocks
Freedom can be like the flow of a river
earthbound sensational we begin to shiver
caves sandstone bricks and hilltop mountains
Nowhere in sight was there a fountain
Loose rocks collapsing rolling to the bottom
approximately 200 feet down a proportion are rotten
Underwater creatures not one to be seen
One person’s hobby another person’s dream
Torches shining incredible things discovered
Brought to the surface strange things uncovered
History presented before our eyes
What an experience simple but easy to justify
Copyright © Sandra Taylor | Year Posted 2020
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