Mountain and Valley
Careworn mountains rest easy
As a blanket on a napping giant.
The giant’s hair never turns gray,
It burns with sultry passion
Then falls away.
The mountains hold the river
Close within it’s bosom of valleys
Like a precious necklace of
Grey-green silver flecked with
Tiger’s eye shimmer of trout.
As a blanket on a napping giant.
The giant’s hair never turns gray,
It burns with sultry passion
Then falls away.
The mountains hold the river
Close within it’s bosom of valleys
Like a precious necklace of
Grey-green silver flecked with
Tiger’s eye shimmer of trout.
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