

High
on the mountain
Where the Hummingbirds fly...
High on the mountain
Where trees touch the sky...
Cool
mountain breezes
The face caress
With dancing fingers
Of happiness!

Here
Mother Nature
Reigns supreme,
Painting her pictures
With blue and green.
And
the little streams
Begin their downward race
As gentle flowers
Lift a sunlit face.

High
on the mountain,
Listen to the sounds
Of bird calls, of trees sighing
Of freedom all around!
The
flutter of
A multitude of wings,
Rustling in the underbrush --
A sign of little things!

High
on the mountain,
Tranquil is the heart...
Here, where land and sky
Are reluctant to part!
Here
on the mountain,
The sun kisses my face...
All is attuned
In this beautiful place!

The
trees, the flowers,
The breathtaking view...
God's creatures all around
And a sky so blue!
Here
where joy and
Beauty never cease...
High on the mountain,
The world is at peace!

used
by permission
Copyright © Carole
McLaughlin
The picture used in this set was taken by
Carole on a trip to Beech Mountain, N.C.
The poem was written while on the mountain.
All Rights Reserved


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