Ranges Poems - Poems about Ranges

It is too many Peaks towering high Snow-capped giants scraping the sky Mighty Himalayas Cold winds howl and icy blasts sigh It is too treacherous Those jagged peaks were so perilous Glaciers groan and shift Avalanches roar, and the danger is furious It is too remote Villages clinging to precipitous slopes Narrow trails wind ?Few dare venture where only mountain folk cope It is too unforgiving Altitudes leave...

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touched by firmament hill ranges show God's grandeur towering midst storm *Psalm 68:16 Why leap ye, ye high hills? [this is] the hill [which] God desireth to dwell in; yea, the LORD will dwell [in it] for ever. November 9, 2020 3rd place, "Any NEW Nature Inspired Haiku" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 11/19/2020....

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Landscapes exposing nature’s grandeur mountain ranges inspire great trip. Cordilleras of welcoming marvels propel refreshing ascent amidst pure verdant sights. Those delight me, the Earth’s firmament while surveying the pine trees steadfastly queueing along hills offering shade to blossoming lilies with cabbage roses wondrously radiant… oh, inviting faith-strengthening treks driven by faithful stewardship with reaching-out pursuits toward triumphant spiritual peaks---- Today’s awesome focus points me...

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Dawn, when silence falters And the trees of the range- Are tucked in a bucket of fog Marching dawn, whose beauty never alters, I tuck myself in blankets like a log At the Treetops Hotel upon the range Dainty dreams upon dawn’s altar The dappled peacock dazes the dawn While the African crowned eagle Will soar, prowling for prey And tourists peep and...

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A track leads through a gully in the bushland Following the least line of resistance in a haphazard plan The kookaburras and the magpies squawk happily away The sun on my back makes me want to stay Walking to the rock face broken on the gorge face Two wallabies look our way and away they race A creek flows through glistening...

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Dawn, when silence falters And the trees of the range-  Are tucked in a bucket of fog Marching dawn whose beauty never alters. I tuck myself in blankets like a log At the Treetops Hotel upon the range Dainty dreams upon dawns altar The dappled peacock dazes the dawn While the African crowned eagle  Will soar, prowling for prey And tourists peep and picture the...

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