Mountain range welcome
I wake to see, hear, feel
The mountain calling me friend
Birds calling
Water trickling
Wind whistling
As i lay in my hammock
In the warm morning light
This poem is about:
Me
Poetry Terms Demonstrated:
I wake to see, hear, feel
The mountain calling me friend
Birds calling
Water trickling
Wind whistling
As i lay in my hammock
In the warm morning light
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