The Mist Over The Mountain

Story ID:	1070
Written by:	K. L. Farnum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Vine Grove U. S. A.
Year:	2006
Person:	Everyone

The Mist Is Over The Mountain

Thick and green are the Evergreens,
the Poplar,and the Pine.
Flowers bloom in the morning mist,
Like gauze it does entwine.
Here and there on a rocky ledge,
There grows wild roses in the mist,
Gently, sweetly, softly kissed.

Wound about a fallen tree,
Grape vines grow, wild and free.
Daisies bloom in clusters,
Where only rocks abound.
Autumn leaves fall to the ground,
Making nothing, not a sound.

Squirrel's are fat and full,
Ready for the snows of winter.
There is a mist over the mountain,
Should you care to inter?

@ K.L. Farnum