The Mountain
I have walked the trail,
I have seen my one true love.
There she is ahead,
Standing four thousand feet tall.
Frosty snow awaits,
Far up high near Heaven's gates.
Climbing up the path,
Only hearing the wind roar,
Yes, the mountain sings her song.
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Mike A. | Year Posted 2015
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