Towering above me, grey and hard,
Carved out of the rock by time;
The power and strength within you,
Enticing and tempting adventure.
Crisp and white, sparkling like a diamond,
Your dominant profile beneath a mantle of snow.
Still alluring and yet forbidding,
A silent warning in your aura.
Lost! Hidden from view by the clouds,
Their soft wetness drift to your feet.
They add mystery to your presence,
But the pull, like a magnet, still compelling.
2 comments:
I Love mountains and haven't seen any for ages. I plan to go to the Alps in a couple of years time (sounds a long way off, doesn't it, but I'm not going mountain walking with a 1 year old!!)
I shall make it my quest to take a photo of some mountains (I have my favourites) and place this poem (by my dear pal Louise) beneath my photo and put it on the wall.
It would be a real honour. Thank you. Again.
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