The Summit - Poem by michelle richards
What mountain stands so tall and silent,
Towering upward to the sky,
Which eagle’s to its barren summit,
Lonely tends to fly.
Whose cavern along the rocky hill side,
Underneath hides treasures bright,
Which warrior will someday bravely
Bring the truth to light.
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