When mountains far away I see...
It's simple just to climb a tree...
...and see more of the mountain base.
The curves and roads up on it's face.
I imagine I'm going there...
...to the top snow drifts everywhere.
And I sit upon this branch
and wish I lived on yonder ranch...
...that's nestled in a tiny nook
and land around they wisely took.
The mountains old and no one owns..
...it even those claiming it home.
Copyright 12-19-2008©® Sarah Sisson
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