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Poetry: The mountains

Their jagged silhouettes cut into the horizon
like an endless puzzle,
the pieces ever changing
yet never moving
challenging the sky to cry out in despair.

In ecstasy they exploded out of Gaia's womb
rising,
in their immature fury,
up to the stars
craving their father's touch
upon their scarred cheeks.

Their snow capped summits, like beacons,
call out to hawk and eagle for company
while the Moon casts her loving eye
and whispers a gentle lullaby.

Their forests,
like the arms of their mother,
embrace deer, bear and wolf alike
creating an eternal oasis of life.

Their rivers and streams,
carved from the weeping sky,
bring joy and nourishment
to any human passerby.

These mountains,
they are a reflection of me
ever moving
and ever changing.
For within them
I see how my heart,
twisted by wind,
can still find solace
in a body
ravished by storm.






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    by P Vandegrift

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    In autumn's golden sheen
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    Briskly cold air filling my lungs
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    I climbed to the top of the mountain to find the one that shared with me his stories of rugged lands.

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    Once I was a god.
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