The Melody of the Mountains

Oct 18th, 2009 | By John Waller | Category: Poetry

You see happy people and smiling faces
  laughing children in faraway places,
Climbing a mountain or floating downstream
  just being outdoors living your dreams.

The call of nature gathers her flock
  striving for heaven by scaling a rock,
Losing yourself with the passage of days
  giving praise to friendly sun rays.

The melody of the mountains makes my mind wonder
  just what it takes to be free,
The melody of the mountains makes music, magic music
  it’s in the key of the heart of me.

On the top of a mountain, just looking down
  at the vast panorama of all that’s around,
One is in wonder to see such a sight
  as waiting to glimpse the last ray of daylight.

Spending your nights at high altitude
  notice the change in your attitude,
Ending your dreams with a morning so clear
  the days start early, the nights disappear.

The melody of the mountains makes my mind mellow
  it sings a song that satisfies me,
The melody of the mountains makes music, magic music
  its in the heart of the key of me.

Before you know, it’s time to go home
  and leave these lands you love to roam,
But you’ll be back, again and again
  singing the melody of the mountains until then.

By: John M. Waller
June 1990

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