Mountainside Poems - Poems about Mountainside

As the last thread of darkness bids farewell, it took a swipe at their peaks, A thick coat of mist casts a wet blanket over their faces and swiftly leaves, Then, out comes the glow of Dawn’s first golden rays cascading warmth all over them, Giant guardians of the earth, through it all, the mountains stood in silence, Dawn by the...

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Why am I hurt so sore, my folks Why does my heart bleed Why do I take it so personally Why do I need to worry at all Yesterday my General, his men And the family were here in splendor Today they are nowhere to be seen Men in uniform were together for breakfast But for lunch, they will never...

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great freezing mountain a red, solid flower stands before the lorry ~ wintry high mountain full of solid flowers stands the lorry after 7/21/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©...

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Grey cotton wool clouds enfold the mountain tops, Creeping forward like an army on the move. Now and then, dropping their wet cargo On vegetation, withered from long months of sun. Gusts of wind carry fragments of birdsong, Rejoicing in the rain, singing their hearts out, Snippets of melodies, tunes incomplete Yet somehow they hold total beauty. The local goat herd head...

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The wind blew strong gusts of cold air As I walked with the sunshine on me I thought of being in your arms, so warm Cyclones of leaves blew across the street My mind spun into a reverie I kept walking to see what color The distant mountain is today Around the corner it was there A mixture of orange and brown glowing With...

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There way up high He stands looking down on His very own this is God in Christ compassionate searching for the seed He has sown This Jesus stands above His creation speaking forth His gospel call to those He has particularly chosen his irritable love draws them all The great desire of the blessed saviour is to bring in all His father has gave to...

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Low on the mountainside, I saw a limpid stream of gold. His subtle whisper carried him along the gorge, Where firs and pines and maples, in the crevice, forge Their nest of eagles sheltered by the rocky mould. I hurried down to watch and chase his rapid pace, Unbound though evanescent as the dew of dawn. A murmur was...

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MOUNTAINSIDE Always, there would be darkness hovering through- out the bushes and trees, massive sky and earthen ground he tiptoed upon in shoeless stealth, machine gun slung over one shoulder and, strapped across the other, a leather...

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I stretch lazily in the morning sun- awakening to pure mountain air mingled with herbs and flowers. the mist gives a magical hue to fresh greens and pinks of the garden beyond the gate. the stream rushes by with resonance, chasing the mountainside down to the Mattole then the Pacific pounding the cliffs below. my...

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the majestic and picturesque snow capped mountains left me captivated the view was breathtaking inhaling the fresh air was invigorating the tranquil breeze skimmed the surface of my skin and left me breathless peace and serenity assailed my senses...

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