Then There Are The Mountains - Poem by W.F.D. BLCK
On a mountain's peak is there peace?
Mountains that overlook the quiet prairie.
Mountains that border life in rural counties.
Mountains chiseled by years of wind and rain.
Mountain winds creep keeping all secrets.
Mountains a kin to the lower hills of death.
Mountains at the height of glamour baked in sunshine.
Mountains that reach for more majestic planes.
Mountains inspiring the fulfillment of adventure and dream.
Mountains which inhabit the calls of the wild.
Mountains of spectacle, below the bending roads between.
Mountains embracing, magnifying the sounds of river.
Mountains the stellar monuments of time.
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