On the Mountain Top
December 31st 2008 21:05
Mountains awaited
The mountains awaited the return of the sun
The air became cool as the sky faded from blue to orange
In the western horizon the trees took in the last rays
And the town stood quiet, lost in time
Somewhere between an era of hoop skirts and camaros
Hidden at the base of the mountains
The sun shine was far from the town
The mountains cast their protective shade over it
The mist did not sit heavy upon the town
It caressed it
The last impression of the sun
Not a heavy fog
But a river of moisture
Weaving its way through town
Flowing between buildings streets and over cars
The mountains awaited the return of the sun
The air became cool as the sky faded from blue to orange
In the western horizon the trees took in the last rays
And the town stood quiet, lost in time
Somewhere between an era of hoop skirts and camaros
Hidden at the base of the mountains
The sun shine was far from the town
The mountains cast their protective shade over it
The mist did not sit heavy upon the town
It caressed it
The last impression of the sun
Not a heavy fog
But a river of moisture
Weaving its way through town
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