Ode Of A Mountain
A fresh new tooth juts from the Earth
Heralding a wind to cools our bodies
And the whole world knows it's mirth
In the country it embodies.
The fresh snow provided by the sky,
Is captured by the tooth with it's rook,
The snow which once was dry,
Has turned to a trickling brook.
Surrounding our city with it's mighty rock,
No man would dare near it to march,
The lizards and Bluejays who dare to mock,
It still protects from the fearsome torch.
For nothing can stop the gravely might,
As the Mountain falls to sleep at night.
-TardisRobber
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TardisRobber
18 year old writer. Poems aren't as natural to me anymore but I write a bunch of inspirational pieces and slams
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