But not the mountains

But Not The Mountains There is no sound from the mountains Unlike that of  the Magpie The kereru or the Bell birds Or the tractors rumbling across the paddocks There is no sound from the mountains Like the Nor Wester racing through the trees The bleating of the sheep, the lowing of the cattle  the bark of the working dog There is no sound from the mountains As the Southerly snow whips them unmercifully Save the sound from the waterfalls  as they race towards some unknown destination There is no sound from the mountains As the braided rivers wend their way to the sea As the big jet planes fly hither and yon There is no sound from the mountains Save that of peace and tranquillity