I gaze at the mountain
And a story it enfolds
How tall and aloof
So beautiful, yet old
The ages it passed
Unbattered and strong
Holds the secrets
Of history gone by
Protected and nurtured
From their enemies it saved
Sheltered and homed
The occupants in its caves.
My mind in wonder
While I reach its peak
Leaves me breathless
Unable to speak.
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The Feel Of Poetry #Wattys2017
Poetry#28 in poetry. I love reading poetry just as I enjoy writing poems. It was always my desire to write poetry but just didn't get down to it. Now that I have a bit of time on hand I have decided to compile a book of all my poems. HOPE YOU ENJOY !!!
