i rode a horse to the
base of a mountain
a strong horse
but I wanted to go the rest
of the way alone
I climbed that mountain
and thought a lot
and just when I thought
I had reached the top
I saw the peak go higher
no trees on this mountain
so I could see for miles
and miles and miles
a certain clarity
of body, mind, and spirit
awaited me at the top of
that lonely mountain
I reached the peak
it was flat
and I stood there
among the sagebrush
and just breathed for a little while
the wild wyoming winds
blew around me
and rain started to fall
a cold rain
a blowing rain
my hair stuck to my forehead
but I stood there
on that lonely mountain
because maybe I was lonely too
and the cold wind
and the cold rain
chilled me to my bones
and maybe a little deeper
but I stood there
and breathed in
the smell of rain
on sagebrush
is just as good
as She told me it was
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
