Mountain Highway lift me high
Where the treetops touch the sky
Then home to where the ocean sings
Of surf and stars, wind and wings.
...
Some days my whole being aches
For days gone by —
Some sweet,
Others filled with longing for some still undisclosed future —
...
April's over, poems done —
Gone the flame of their setting sun!
Dull hope alone remains
Like some long-forgotten bottle
...
Keep me satisfied, ever with Thee;
Craving, clinging, ever needful.
Yearning, let my complete desire be
To find in Thee my life, my whole.
...
This morning, as I slumbered,
A tune ran through my head;
A song that seemed unnumbered
Among the ones I'd read.
...
Would that I could fly,
As birds up in the sky.
High above the ground,
Lost in silent sound,
...
Guardian angels in the skies
Watching o'er me, and in their eyes
The love of God and mercy great,
That heals this world of pain and hate.
...
I'm terrible at deducing what genre/type of poems are the ones that I'm writing. So, if you are good at that, please comment. I started out by listing them all as 'free verse' — but then I realized that was just me not having a clue.)
Mountain Highway
Mountain Highway lift me high
Where the treetops touch the sky
Then home to where the ocean sings
Of surf and stars, wind and wings.
Mountain Highway lead me where
Each breath is filled with sea salt air.
From the mountains to the sea
Lead me there and let me be.
Mountain Highway I must go,
Full of sorrow and of woe,
To my home beside the sea —
Only there will I be free.
Mountain Highway take me home,
Let my heart no longer roam.
Where the mountains touch the sky,
Take me home and let me die.