The Mountain

I stood at the mountain base Looking up to the very peak Sun shone on my upturned face So magestic I couldn't speak How long would it take to reach the top I asked my awe struck mind Not waiting I took a skip and a hop On the path that would wind Wind up the mountain so tall The tallest in all the land Not fearful that I could fall Oh, the mountain is so grand I climbed all day into the night Then I laid me down to rest I slept until the morning light And woke in an eagles nest Brushing the feathers off my clothes Stepping back on the winding road Taking my kerchief to blow my nose I bumped into a hopping toad I let the toad cross my path And I continued to climb I missed my morning bath So I began to rhyme I rhymed all day to pass the time The air was getting thinner Oh, this mountain is sublime But I have missed my dinner I don't think I'll reach the top I said in a sweet, sad voice I think I better stop For I have no other choice Heading back down the mountain side I was whistling a happy tune About the great ocean tide And something about the moon I reached the mountain base Along about half passed noon With a smile on my face And whistling a happy tune. August 31, 2006 copyright © Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria (AKA) Awapuhi All my poetry, art and other writings are all legally ©Copyrighted before posting. Do not use .Thank you. Lunaria.