It must be nice high up on your mountain..
Untouched by society..
You get to be the watcher..
Detached from reality
You see our loss..
Yet you do not have to live it..
You get to be with God..
To be one with the mountain..
With the skies and the trees..
To know life is nature..
Life is all that you see..
The birds that fly above you
The paths that lead to streams..
This is the gift God gave us all..
If we could only let it be..
To watch the suns filter..
streaks of brilliant light bathe me..
I smell the scent of autumn..
I am filled with childhood memories..
Of playful times on falls golden bed..
of dreams under maple leaves..
How I wish I could stay on your mountain..
Away from all that troubles me..
I could let my mind endlessly wander..
Through natures reality.
My Wisconsin Mountain..I Miss It!!
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Reviews of "My Mountain"
Reviewed by Jeff
Reviewed on December 4, 2002
oh so ready to go. We have already discussed this issue at length. Hang in there and never give up the mountain
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.