Call of the Mountains
Inclined to thoughts of you
Cool breezes much like a serenade
The mountains call to me
The many times we shared a cabin
Remote from all distractions
We’d reach up high into the sky
And could somehow touch the clouds
How now the mountains call to me
Their haunting melody
Persistent within my heart
Longing to find where you have gone
Somewhere out there in eternity
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on August 8, 2021 for A BRIAN STRAND YOUR PICK POETRY contest sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
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