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[title] => Thought Mountain.
[time] => 2010-07-27 09:05:03
[hometext] => a recent treck in the black mountains, sugar loaf is a very distinctive cone shaped mountain and can been seen for miles around.
[bodytext] => A soft breeze murmurs through the silence, The skyline ablaze with summer fulfilled. And we walk together along this whispering Shifting valley, each atuned to the other's thoughts. The mountain range is sleepy with promise, The deepening, widening glorification of mother earth. And all the time the day moves slowly along this path, Through the trees and the water of the river. We speak but no words are exchanged, Our thoughts captured by the stilness and desiphered By the lonliness of this place. Now we buckle slightly under the weight of expectation And the sky shudders for a moment, a slow, deliberate Slight shifting of the near horizon, that lets in the smokey grey Cone of Sugar Loaf. All along this steep path the sheep are idle, like an illicit drug, Laid out in a long white line, newly shaven bodies baking hard. We pause to survey the zig zag opening of our intentions. The breeze stiffens, the sheep stir and we walk on, Hand in hand until we come to the stoney outcrop, Half stumbling under the summit's ledge. One step, one more and just another and I reach out my hand, You take it, I heave you up and we sit on top of the world. Watching the horizon shrink. Hearing the clouds laugh. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 133 [topic] => 27 [informant] => cashfan1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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