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THE MOUNTAIN
Randi Perkins
I made my way up the mountain
Through the rugged valleys, against the rushing rivers
And over the jagged rocks……..When I got high enough, I turned and I looked back down
At the lush and green and fertile plain….
That I was struggling to get away fromI wondered why…..is the the grass really greener somewhere?
But, I continued to climb… against the driven snow,
the wind……. and against the loneliness……
All in anticipation of what was on the other sideI finally got high enough to peer beyond the top of the mountain
And I saw barren desert………….
And I knew it was time to turn and go back downBut, in all of my sorrow and frustration from the climb,
I knew all was not lost……For it was a mountain that had to be climbed
©2008 Randi Perkins · 5401 Wakefield Dr Nashville TN 37220 · 615.828.6872