Gary Smith Poet Rhyme

Mountains of Your Dreams

Stillness, seldom felt nor found
True peace and quiet cannot be bought.
No solitude in frenzied towns
We charge around, hurried, fraught.

Oh, but there is escape.
A haven there, with gentle sounds
A paradise, by lake and tarn
Sanctuary, high above the ground.

A winding track will lead you there,
Past waterfalls and streams.
To a place you'll scarce believe,
The mountains of your dreams.

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Jannie Breedt September 22, 2017 at 2:03 AM Hi Gary I am a nut for mountains and live here nestled among them overlooking the valley floor. Its the oldest mountain range in the world -the Magalies mountains and where I live is the Cradle of mankind, however, its not as idyllic as your beautiful poem describes. This country is in serious trouble. Sorry I ramble. Gary Smith September 22, 2017 at 5:50 AM Thank you Jannie, I love the mountains too :)

Heidi Sands August 26, 2017 at 3:41 PM Oh my gosh! You are so lucky . That is wonderful and memorable!

Heidi Sands August 26, 2017 at 3:30 PM That is amazing you have climbed all those hills. I can only imagine what that must be like. ! So nice and perfect solitude with beauty. Gary Smith August 26, 2017 at 3:36 PM England's only Golden Eagle lived here and we were lucky enough to see it, a thrill of a lifetime. Made all the better because my two granddaughters were with us to share the moment Heidi :)

Heidi Sands August 26, 2017 at 3:16 PM I KNEW I was going to love this one. :) Interesting , you used the word sanctuary. I just put in a poem called sanctuary today about my home in the mountains ...lol. A favorite again, Gary. :) Gary Smith August 26, 2017 at 3:18 PM Thank you Heidi, I have climbed all the hills in this picture, a wonderful place :)