Heading For The Hills© Poem by Roann Mendriq

Defying every rhyme or reason,
Often trite and temperamental;
Changing with the fickle season,
The human mind is ornamental.

Every mind must now retreat;
To refresh, recharge its working;
And rest till it is quite replete,
to refrain from mischief lurking.

Lush landscapes and rare cuisine,
Fresh thoughts to now construe;
Away from tedious old routine,
A brand new point of view.

I call, an echo answers me, it unerringly fulfills,
And so, at last, God willing, we're heading for the hills...
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