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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