Mt Shasta
My Everest, my Matterhorn, my Sinai
Towers in the distance above the land
Snowy crown soft white against the sky
How gracefully she reaches out her hand
And touches me, and I could nearly cry
So awe-inspired that I cannot bear
To turn away and finally say goodbye
And yet I know that she is always there.
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