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Array ( [sid] => 66949 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Mountain [time] => 2004-10-11 09:41:47 [hometext] => [bodytext] => From such a height the air tastes of freedom.
Snow clings to my boots like a determined climber,
and the crunch of my foosteps in the snow is the music even a
talented orchestra could not re-create.

Up here, there are no other people.
No petty squabbles, polluted rivers,
meetings, trains or taxis
to scramble for.

I came here to taste freeom,
and it is rich, and crisp,
like flying.
But it is colder, much colder,
and lonelier than I had ever imagined. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 48 [informant] => AstraLee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Mountain

Contributed by AstraLee on Monday, 11th October 2004 @ 09:41:47 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



From such a height the air tastes of freedom.
Snow clings to my boots like a determined climber,
and the crunch of my foosteps in the snow is the music even a
talented orchestra could not re-create.

Up here, there are no other people.
No petty squabbles, polluted rivers,
meetings, trains or taxis
to scramble for.

I came here to taste freeom,
and it is rich, and crisp,
like flying.
But it is colder, much colder,
and lonelier than I had ever imagined.




Copyright © AstraLee ... [ 2004-10-11 09:41:47]
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Re: Mountain (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Monday, 11th October 2004 @ 09:58:57 AM AEST
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very well written,

pixie xx


Re: Mountain (User Rating: 1 )
by EternitysLyre on Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 07:09:35 AM AEST
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A most excellent twist on what I thought might just be another "nature poem." Yes, it does get lonely at the top, which goes for more than just freedom; the political hierarchy spikes cold shivers up the paramount's spine, and it is often the most wealthy who can find no real friends.

Decidedly well put.

~The Palatine Poet


Re: Mountain (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 08:42:45 AM AEST
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Wow! I REALLY like this. You've conveyed the perception of the senses and the inner feelings in a perfectly woven piece.
Stitch


Re: Mountain (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 6th April 2006 @ 11:37:47 AM AEST
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I know...we can't leave it behind...even if we think we can.Impressive poem,

Den




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