The peak of the mountain,
Towering so high,
An enormous background,
As the cumulus clouds pass by.
A winding creek flowing,
Swiftly, without a spill,
Lined by pine trees,
Standing tall and still.
At the base, a lake,
Reflecting the sun, with a glare,
When this scene grabbed my attention,
I had to stop for a moment, to stare.
02/06/07 A.D.
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