Mountains
Footprints, One was embedded in the snow. The soft blanket sinks in as you step farther and farther into the white plains. Foggy breath warms up your lips as you try to speak, but the cold and excitement has frozen your thoughts. Soft whispers of cold from the Mountains make you shiver, The trees let snow fall taking the skies job. But you are grateful, You manage to produce a small smile and carry on enjoying the view.Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
wavecalmer’s Poems (6)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Life Tree | 0 | 03/10/2010 |
| Death Tree | 0 | 03/10/2010 |
| Silent Music | 1 | 03/10/2010 |
| The view of a Jew (The Holocaust) | 0 | 03/10/2010 |
| Mountains | 0 | 03/10/2010 |
| Death | 3 | 03/08/2010 |
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