The Mountain

I sprinted down the mountain, With progress in my heart Snow-whipped face, wailing wind Between the peaks that stood apart. But somewhere on that mountain I found myself in a pinch Despite the running, heaving, panting, I had not moved an inch.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 2/9/2024 7:50:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 1/28/2016 1:32:00 PM

james, enjoyed reading your poem, Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. XOX -- LINDA --

Daniel Turner

Date: 1/16/2016 10:34:00 AM

I love humorous poems and this is an excellent poem.

Skat A

Date: 1/16/2016 8:27:00 AM

Wow, that must had been some fall... Great imagery. Skat