Peak Pursuant

As I meandered thru woods of green

Past the quick brook and cold rolling stream.

I came to a cliff of heights unseen

A craggy broken wall, laced with seams

Of impossibly jagged, faceted stone

That forbidded passage or further ascent

To tall misty mount of ancient grey bone

Which to blanketed, menacing clouds lent

A veilt threat-the sky oft let fly this glare

To daunt and deter-life felt oppressed

Beneath lofty might of granite’s dare

Secure in possession of mountain’s crest.

Yet still I pursue the peak of my prize

Returning the gaze of the mountain’s eyes.


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