The sun went down
And sat a golden crown
Upon the mountains in the west.
The jagged spires,
Looked like fires,
Upon the mountains in the west.
The creatures saw,
And gaped in awe,
Upon the mountains in the west.
The free man saw,
And noticed a flaw,
Upon the mountains in the west.
As snow did melt,
The sun was felt,
Upon the mountains in the west.
The water found a way,
To avoid the mountain stay,
Upon the mountains in the west.
As the water rushed down,
To escape the golden crown,
The mountains they fell,
Almost creating hell,
Oh yes they fell,
They crashed down I can tell.
The mountains in the west.
Mr. Fabulous said,
October 10, 2006 at 9:29 pm
A lot of stuff seems to happen in the west…
Ragnar said,
October 10, 2006 at 9:36 pm
As always.. I’m being metaphoric.. :p
Cindy said,
October 10, 2006 at 10:57 pm
sent by Dr. John,
to run in a marathon-
through cyberspace we go
who we’ll meet we never know
but one thing’s clear
the stampede was here.
MsDemmie said,
October 12, 2006 at 6:13 pm
Living in the west I appreciate this poem a lot – thank you
reaper said,
October 14, 2006 at 5:32 am
Short and sweet, keep it up.