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Mountain

The airy mountain, lush and green, they call home Perched on shaky rock, the waters beneath swash and foam Goats graze, cattle feed, fields of corn and wheat they comb Stored in the belly of the hefty hill The harvest, food for all, food to fill Spring is here, they forget the winter chill Swimming in the mountain stream, singing of selfish praise Not a worried eye to be seen, to the sky a glass they raise Foolish people dance and scream, their minds muddled, their hearts ablaze Through the earthen caverns they wander Wealth and fortune they do squander They do not think, they do not ponder What a waste these people brought No knowledge gained, no answers sought Squabbles grow more and more, 'ore the land they fought Blood spilled, turning the mountain red The rocks toppled, the peak lost its head Waste away they do, no stopping 'till they're dead.

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Date: 9/14/2017 6:59:00 AM
Wow this is a fantastic set of tristich, very picturesque, so alive and profound! I enjoyed reading this and the well-written rhyme scheme. Love it.
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Date: 7/5/2017 7:51:00 AM
This is an amazing poem, woven with beauty and wisdom. I love your style. This one is going in my favorites. Keep writing!
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Andrew Walker
Date: 7/7/2017 1:26:00 PM
This was the first poem I wrote when I started writing again. I spent close to an hour on the last phrase alone. I'm glad you enjoyed it so much.