Mountain Gaurd

casting shadow o'er the ground,

making nary of a sound,

cold, hard hard rock against the wind,

A guardian of stone,

snow settles on the highest peak,

But no complaints the mountains speak,

a giant shelter from the wind,

standing all alone.

Copyright Aug. 30, 2014 by Christina Gatchel

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Leaves

Little petals falling round,

Never stop, make no sound,

Round and round the tree they fly,

strong fall wind tossing them high,

colors spiral in the breeze,

flitting through the leafless trees,

carpeting the ground and then,

the wind will pick them up again.

Copyright Aug. 30, 2014 by Christina Gatchel

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