Where should I wander?
Should I walk along the shore?
Should I walk the beaten path?
Does the mountain promise more?
Where should I wander?
Up the river, up the hills?
Up the mountain, through the forest?
Does the mountain promise thrills?
Where should I wander?
Toward the peaks I barely see?
Toward the sky so gray and angry?
Toward the heavens will I flee!
Walking slowly past the shoreline,
Past the forest, through the trees,
Past the meadow and the creek bed,
For the mountain holds the keys.
Walking careful now, it’s rocky.
The cliff face hovers far above.
The mist has turned into a pelting,
For the mountain showers love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good to see you back Sandra, you can always wander my way i just live not far from here in a place way down under AJS